The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Elias Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp as a coal chip, spoken by the foreman who was checking the pit lamp logs. You looked up from your ledger, the ink still wet on the page, and felt the old tremor in your left hand. It was November, 1912, and the wind off the Rhymney Valley carried the smell of wet slate and impending snow. You wanted the deed to the cottage. You wanted it before the...

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