The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass walls of the conference room reflect the fluorescent hum of the open-plan office, a sterile white light that seems to drain the color from the air itself. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and you are standing in front of your boss, Marcus, with your hands pressed flat against the cool surface of the table to stop them from shaking. You want the senior analyst position, the one that...

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