The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in London did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors that reflected a city trying to hide its own face. Elias stood before the window of his narrow room on the fourth floor, watching the water bead and run down the glass in long, stuttering lines. He was an exile in a country that had never officially declared...

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