The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The alarm clock did not ring. It buzzed. A low, mechanical hum that vibrated through the laminate floor of the safehouse in Dayton, Ohio. Elias Thorne woke before the sound fully registered. His body had learned the rhythm of the night before his mind did. He sat up. The sheets were cold. He checked the time. 0400. Twelve hours until the extraction. Twelve hours until the end of the operation....

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