The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had turned the gravel road into a slick, gray ribbon that wound endlessly through the heath, and Elias Thorne sat in the back of the patrol car, his hands cuffed behind his back, watching the wipers beat a rhythmic, futile path against the windshield. He was a man who had spent twenty years learning the precise geometry of justice, the sharp angles of law and order, and yet here he...

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