The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train cut through the fog like a blade through cold silk. Thomas Ashworth sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his hands folded in his lap, knuckles white. He held a small, velvet box. It was heavy. Heavier than it looked. He had carried it for six hours. The window reflected his face back at him, a ghost of a man, hollowed out by years of service and silence. He was fifty. The...

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