The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had been falling for three days, a ceaseless, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors, reflecting the pale, gas-lit facades of the shops where the windows were dark and shuttered against the cold. I stood at the center of the square, my hand resting on the hilt of the sidearm that felt heavier with each passing hour, the weight of the silence...

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