The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Ioanna Alexiou had not seen the compass needle move in three days, and she knew that when it finally stopped, she would be gone. She sat on the stone step of the outpost, the brass instrument warm in her palm, its case worn to a ghostly sheen by years of handling. Kostas stood by the door, his coat buttoned to the throat, his face a mask of the particular exhaustion that comes from long drives...

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