The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was the taste of old coins. The kind you find in the gutters of London when the rain has scoured the streets clean. I lay in the narrow bed of my lodgings in Whitechapel. The gaslight hissed in the iron fixture above the door. A thin, blue flame. It trembled like a candle in a draft. I did not move. I could not. The air was thick. It pressed...

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