The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink on the stamp was dry. It had been dry for twenty years, but to Elias Thorne, it looked wet. It looked like a fresh bruise on the skin of the world. He sat in the corner of the archive room, a space that smelled of dust and decaying lignin, and he held the document in his hands. It was a simple certificate. A certificate of citizenship. The name in the top left corner was his own. The...

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