The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the sickly yellow glow of the gas lamps. I walked through the deluge with my collar turned up against the damp chill, the weight of my service revolver feeling less like a weapon and more like an anchor dragging me down into the mud of my own conscience. I was a man who had...

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