The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Could a building kill a man without meaning to? Bridget Mahoney stood in the banquet hall of the old textile mill, her uniform crisp against the dust that hung in the air like suspended flour. She was thirty-two, and she wanted the promotion to Chief Inspector that would secure her pension and save her family from eviction. What stood against him was not a person, but the mill’s structural...

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