The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The coat is heavy. That is the first thing you notice. Not the color, not the cut, but the weight of the wool against your shoulders. It presses down, a dense, dark anchor in a world that has grown too light, too airy, too full of whispered judgments. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You are here. The city of London stretches out before you, a labyrinth of grey stone and soot, smelling of coal smoke...

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