The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain of industrial mist that swallowed the cobblestones of the narrow alleyway behind the St. Jude’s orphanage, turning the world into a wet, breathing thing that smelled of sulfur, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of this deluge, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from...

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