The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Holding the last menu of the restaurant in his left hand, Shahid Raza’s right hand was already deep inside the piano’s felt lining, pulling out the heavy, rusted tuning pins one by one, his knuckles white against the cold iron as he tried to remember if he had locked the front door or if the lock had simply given up, much like the forty-seven of the Tide Clock that had stopped ticking in the...

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