The Pale Dance

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2026-08-19 06:07:35 -

The Pale Dance

The train slows. It shudders to a halt in the grey mist that hangs low over Millhaven. You step onto the platform. The air is thick. It tastes of coal dust and wet wool. You carry a leather satchel. It is heavy. Inside is a letter. Inside is a name. You know the name. You have known it for ten years. It is your own. You walk down the station stairs. The stone is slick. Your boots click against...

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