The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog did not roll in; it stood there, a thick, damp curtain of grey wool that swallowed the cobblestones of the dock and the rusted iron ribs of the derelict ships moored in the silence. Elias Thorne wiped his forehead with a hand that smelled of brine and old sweat, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that misted in the chill air. He was a man who had spent forty years running, and he...

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