The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I "Half price. Or you’re done." The man did not raise his voice. He stood in the doorway of the workshop, blocking the light from the canal, his hand resting on the strap of a leather bag that cost more than Hiwot Mushi’s rent for a year. Hiwot was bent over a frame of raw hides, the lye stinging his nostrils, the smell of tanning chemicals thick in the air. He did not look up. He knew the...

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