The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Could a building breathe? Walter Fenwick asked the question to the steam, which hissed in answer. He stood in the boiler room of the Ashworth Mill, a stone structure in the outer boroughs that smelled of wet iron and algae. It was 1893, and the air before the storm was heavy, a physical weight against his skin. Walter was thirty, a ledger-keeper by trade, though he had spent five years...

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