The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog rolled in off the harbor. It was thick. It tasted of salt and rust. Silas stood on the pier. He held a ledger. The pages were yellowed. The ink was faded. He was a man of numbers. He was a man of precision. But the air was wrong. It hummed. It vibrated. A low frequency. It settled in his teeth. He looked at the water. The water looked back. There was no reflection. Just a grey void. He...

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