The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The kettle screamed, a high, thin sound that cut through the heavy silence of the apartment, and I looked at the object sitting on the table between us, a brass astrolabe that had cost me three months of wages and the last of my pride. "You’re holding it wrong," Mr. Vance said, not looking up from his newspaper. The ink on the page blurred in the dim light of the room, a gray haze that seemed...

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