The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The coal dust was in your teeth before you even opened the door. It coated the back of your throat, a gritty, metallic taste that tasted of the subterranean dark and the industrial rot of the city. You were on your knees in the alleyway, the wet cobblestones seeping cold through the thin wool of your trousers. Your hands were trembling, not from the November chill that bit at your exposed skin,...

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