The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train did not so much arrive as it exhaled into the station, a long, shuddering breath of diesel and rain that seemed to pull the very air from the lungs of the waiting passengers, while Margot Vane stood at the rear of the platform, her reflection fractured and trembling in the wet glass of the carriage doors, watching her own face dissolve into the grey mist of the November morning as...

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