The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wind whistled through the gaps in the attic floor, carrying the scent of dry rot and old paper. Elias held the rolled blueprints against his chest, the paper cold and stiff. He was forty years old, and his hands shook with a fatigue that sleep could not fix. Below him, the city of Harrowgate spread out in a grid of grey stone and rain-slicked asphalt. He had spent five years designing the...

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