The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train moved slowly through the fog. It was a Tuesday, though the day had lost its name hours ago. Elias Vane sat in the corner of the compartment. The seat was hard. The window was dark. He held a small, rectangular piece of glass in his left hand. It was a fragment. A shard from a larger whole. He turned it over and over. The edges were sharp. They caught the dim light from the hallway...

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