The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog rolled in off the harbor with a heavy, wet silence that swallowed the cobblestones whole, turning the gas lamps into smudged halos of amber light that did little to warm the chill settling into the bones of Detective Elias Thorne. He stood at the edge of the pier, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water lap against the rotting pilings, and he felt the weight of the badge...

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