The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Nikola Stancev pressed his thumb into the wet mortar, the grit biting into the nail bed as he checked the integrity of the third course, the smell of damp lime and old iron rising from the stones to coat his tongue. He was fifty-two, and the union fund had been embezzled by the man who had hired him, a fact that sat in his gut like a stone, yet here he was, the last practitioner of...

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