The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Refugio Valenzuela, forty-two, woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the distinct, cold pressure of a dead man’s fingers wrapped around his own wrist. I sat up in the dark of the conventillo room, the air thick with the recycled oxygen that cost me a third of my monthly wage, and looked at my hand. It was pale, the knuckles swollen from years of grinding recycled paper in the...

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