The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the glass of the office tower on the forty-second floor. Marcus stared at the screen. The cursor blinked. It was a steady, rhythmic pulse, a heartbeat for the machine. He typed a name. Then he deleted it. He typed it again. The name was his own. He had always been a quiet man. Quiet was the word they used. Not...

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