The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain came down in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the mud from the cobblestones of the high street. I stood under the awning of the apothecary, watching the water pool in the gutters, reflecting the dim, flickering gaslights. My hands were trembling. Not from the chill, though it was a bitter November night, but from the weight of what I had done. Or rather, what they believed I had...

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