The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train hissed into the station of Blackwood, a place that smelled of wet coal and old iron, and Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage with the weary, deliberate pace of a man who had already decided that the world was going to break him before the first hour was out. He was not a man of great stature, nor of great beauty, but he possessed a kind of quiet, stubborn dignity that had been worn...

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