The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had stopped. The silence was heavy. It pressed against the glass. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool. It smelled of old paper. It smelled of fear. Elias stood by the window. He looked out at the street. The street was empty. The street was gray. The street was cold. He turned his back to the view. He faced the room. He faced the man sitting in the chair. The man was large. He wore a...

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