The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The leather of the coat had begun to peel at the elbows, a flaking dryness that felt like the skin of an old book left in the sun. Elias Vane sat in the back of the cab, watching the rain streak the glass, blurring the grey city into a watercolor of smudges and shadows. He held the coat on his lap, not wearing it, as if it were a dead bird he was carrying to the doctor. The weight of it was...

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