The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it seeps, a cold, wet substance that finds the gaps in your wool uniform and settles into the marrow. You stand at the edge of the quarry, the breath misting from your lips in sharp, white plumes that vanish before they reach the ground. Your name is Elias Thorne, and you are thirty-four years old, a border patrol agent whose skin has taken on the...

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