The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You’re late, Thorne. The clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical indifference that felt like a personal insult, each second a small, precise weight dropping onto the desk. I stood in the doorway of Captain Halloway’s office, the smell of stale coffee and wet wool hanging in the air, and watched him push a manila folder across the polished surface. It was a slim folder, thin enough to hide in...

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