The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Wei Li held the wrench tight, his knuckles white against the cold iron. The vibration of the boiler hummed in his molars, a low, mournful note that had been growing louder for three days. It was not a sound anyone else in the plant could hear; the other workers only saw him stop, press a hand to his jaw, and wait for the ache to pass. He was twenty-four, a foreman at the peat...

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