The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the streets of the city into a mosaic of shattered reflections, and it was in this drenched twilight that Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the hotel lobby, watching the water drip from the brim of his hat onto the polished stone floor. He was a man who had spent his life seeking the architecture of the...

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