The Pale Dance
The red ink bled into the paper like a fresh wound, stark against the beige of the National Library’s official stationery. You stared at the monograph, *Labor and Silence: The 1950s Strikes*, your life’s work distilled into three hundred pages of meticulous footnotes, now marred by the aggressive slashes of Marcus’s pen. Every mention of the police batons, every record of the union leaders’...
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