The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the bones of the city, turning the streets into a mirror of the bruised sky above. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk near the old train station, his hands buried deep in his pockets, watching the water pool in the cracks of the pavement. There was a specific...

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