The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a slow, viscous layer of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror of fractured reflections, and I stood there, my coat soaked through to the skin, watching the figure in the window across the street who was not, I knew with a certainty that felt like a physical bruise, the man I had been sent to investigate. The...

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