The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The morning fog hung low over the harbor of Hvalba, thick enough to taste, a grey wool that muffled the cries of the gulls and the creak of the halyards as the fishing fleet prepared for the early haul. In the back of the coffee house, where the air was stale with tobacco and damp wool, Sven Berg sat at a table scarred by decades of knife marks, his hands resting on the wood, trembling...

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