The Pale Dance
The train had been delayed by two hours, a fact that Mr. Halloway noted with a pen that scratched against the ledger with the sound of a rat gnawing on wood. You stood in the station office of Oakhaven, the damp air clinging to your coat, and listened to the manager explain that the town’s central timepiece, the one that regulated the shifts of the three hundred men in the textile mills, was...
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