The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The truck smelled of wet wool and diesel, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the cabin like a physical weight, pressing against the temples and settling into the back of the throat, and Elias Vance sat with his hands resting on his knees, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles had gone white, a rigid architecture of tension that mirrored the iron bars of the facility he was...

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