The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The silk scarf lay on the desk, a pale ribbon of dead weight. You stared at it, your fingers hovering just above the fabric, afraid to touch the cold smoothness. It was a Thursday in November, 1904, and the station platform outside the office window was emptying of its passengers. Elise was gone, or so you believed. She had left for the capital with a briefcase of papers and a promise to return...

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