The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Waqar Jadoon’s hand was deep in the mortar, mixing the lime and sand into a paste that smelled of wet chalk and old bone. He was thirty-two years old. He had kept the granary for twenty years. The inspector, a man named Raza who wore a coat that had been ironed too many times, stood by the door and watched the dust settle in the shafts of pale light. The air in the rotunda was cold,...

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