The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You are tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. It is a tiredness that lives in the marrow, a dull ache that sits behind your eyes. You are standing in the basement of the precinct. The air is stale. It smells of old sweat and cheap coffee. The walls are concrete. They are gray. They are cold. You are looking at the file. It is thick. It is yellowed at the edges. It has your name on it....

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