The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One There is a specific weight to silence when the work stops. I write this from the toll bridge at the mouth of the inlet, where the water is black and still, shrinking back to reveal the salt flats. It is the second day of the dry season, and the air is thick with dust that tastes of copper. I am here because I must be, and because the alternative is a room in the village where the...

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