The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I Lester Cavett had not been paid in four years, a fact that sat heavy in my gut like a stone swallowed whole. I was thirty-two, a keeper of the tide-mill on the edge of the Cornish tin fields, and my hands were stained with the same grey ink that marked the ledgers of the Bureau of Records. The fog was thick enough to chew on, pressing against the glass of the archive window until the...

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