The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain falls in a steady, grey curtain against the high windows of the Grand Hotel, blurring the streetlamps into smears of amber and gold, and you stand in the courtyard with your back against the cold stone wall, your fingers white-knuckled around the letter of introduction that is, in fact, a forgery you spent three weeks crafting in a cramped attic room above a bakery. You are thirty-four...

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