The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not ceased for seventeen days. Eleanor Voss stood at the window of her grandmother's house on the edge of the Yorkshire moors, watching the water cascade down the glass like a curtain of liquid silver. Outside, the moorland vanished into a sea of grey mist, the heather drowned and drooping, the ancient stones of the dry-wall hedges disappearing beneath an inch of rising flood. She...

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