The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in London did not fall so much as it was suspended, a fine, gray mist that clung to the glass of the skyscrapers and turned the city into a blurred watercolor of steel and neon. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the forty-fifth floor, his reflection ghostly against the darkening sky. He was sixty-three, a man whose career had been built on the precise architecture of risk, yet he...

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