The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

San Luis was a city of iron and steam, a place where the smoke from the refineries settled on the cobblestones like a grey dust that never washed away. The clatter of the stagecoach wheels was the only sound that cut through the industrial hum, and I sat in the guard’s seat, my hands resting on the reins, feeling the vibration of the engine in my bones. My name, Refugio Talamantes, was printed...

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