The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train slows as it approaches the valley. You feel the shudder in the floorboards, a low hum that travels up through your shoes and settles in your bones. The air outside is thick, heavy with the smell of wet loam and woodsmoke. You are not a traveler by choice. You are a clerk. A man of ledgers and quiet hours. But the ledger is empty now. The ink has dried into a crust on the nib of your...

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