The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fluorescent lights of Blackwood Penitentiary do not flicker; they hum, a low, constant drone that vibrates in the teeth and settles in the marrow, a sound that Elias Thorne has learned to mistake for the rhythm of his own breathing. You are thirty-four years old, your knuckles perpetually swollen from the physical toll of the night shift, and your primary desire is not justice or...

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