The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin like a second, colder layer. Marcus Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, the wet wood slick beneath his boots. He was not waiting for a boat. He was waiting for the end. Or perhaps he was waiting for the beginning. It was hard to tell the difference when the world was dissolving into steam and...

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