The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain against the window of my office was not water. It was a rhythmic, ceaseless accusation, tapping against the glass like a knuckle seeking entry into a room that had already been searched and stripped. I sat in the ergonomic chair, the leather creaking under my weight, and looked at the man sitting across from me. David Thorne did not look like a villain. He looked like a man who had...

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