The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

My left hand was already shaking when I opened the tin, the bone fish-spear inside clicking against the lid with a sound like dry teeth. I was at seventy-one of NineElm Crossing, a number that felt less like an address and more like a debt, sorting through the last of my notes before Dr. Aris’s deadline. The air in the room smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that clung to the lining of...

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