The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The kettle had been whistling for three minutes, a thin, reedy complaint that cut through the silence of the kitchen, yet no one moved to stop it. It was a sound that belonged to a different century, perhaps, or a different person entirely, but here it was, in the damp, grey air of a Tuesday morning in Leeds, piercing the heavy wool of the silence. Arthur stood by the counter, his hand resting...

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