The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Thomas. Thomas, you lazy dog, get your hands moving. The shout cut through the damp air of the mine office. I froze. My hands were still. The ledger lay open on the desk, the ink wet and black against the yellowed paper. Mr. Hale stood over me, his face red with the heat of the coal dust that clung to his skin. He did not look at my face. He looked at the numbers. "Balance is off by four...

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