The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass did not shatter; it dissolved. It happened on a Tuesday, in the sub-basement of the Whitmore & Sons Textile Mills, where the air tasted of rust and old sweat. Arthur Penhaligon, who had spent thirty years counting the threads on spools of grey wool, watched the reflection in the polished steel surface of the loom. For three decades, that reflection had been a faithful servant, a...

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