The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The cold in the East End did not ask permission to enter; it simply occupied the space where warmth used to be, seeping through the cracks in the terraced houses abandoned to broom and rust, settling into the joints of the men who worked the desalination rigs. Lester Yancey woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the dream of the pale figure still clinging to the back of his eyes like...

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