The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Thorne. The name hung in the sterile air of the briefing room, heavy and sharp, delivered by Halloway with the flat, bureaucratic weight of a man who had long since stopped seeing people and started seeing case files. You stood by the window, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the familiar, cold bite of the rusted compass in your pocket. It was a small thing, a relic from your father,...

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