The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Elias, you are thirty-two, and the air in Halloway’s office tastes of ozone and stale coffee. You stand before the desk, your hands clasped behind your back, knuckles white, while the fluorescent lights buzz a low, electric hymn. "I need her out, Halloway. Mara’s appeal deadline is in forty-eight hours." Halloway does not look up from his tablet. His fingers scroll through data with the...

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