The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Did he think I would break? That is the question hanging in the stale air of the tribunal room, a room with no windows and walls the color of old plaster. I am Idris binte Mohamed, thirty-two years old, standing before the bench where the judge sits like a statue carved from indifference. My license, lapsed two years ago, sits in my pocket, a paper weight that costs me nothing but...

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