The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One "You’ll need the blue forms," Vane said, not looking up from his desk. Antonia Iturbe kept her eyes on the radio, where the static hissed like a lung filling with fluid. She was thirty-four, and her hands, usually steady enough to load a rifle or sign a warrant, trembled slightly as she packed her kit. The outpost sat on the shingle beach, a place the sea kept robbing, the rain in...

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