The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the precinct’s observation room, a rhythmic, aggressive static that blurred the world outside into a smear of grey and neon. You sat in the corner, your back pressed against the cold concrete, your hands resting on your knees, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. Across the table, the man who had broken your nose two days ago...

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