The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One The valley held its breath under the September frost, the mud flats along the river swollen with the weight of the autumn rains. In the township, where the buyout notices had peeled off the doors like dead skin, the air tasted of coal dust and wet wool. Mabon Elias stood in the back room of the newspaper office, the smell of ink sharp in her nostrils, and packed the last of her...

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