The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"Get out of my way, Elias." The voice was sharp, a blade drawn across the quiet of the archive room. I stepped aside, my left eye throbbing in time with the fluorescent hum overhead. The light was too bright. It always was. I squinted at the ledger in front of me, the numbers swimming like insects in murky water. I was forty-two, and I had spent the last six months fighting a war that no one...

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