The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The blueprints lay spread across the scarred oak desk, the ink lines thinning into grey smudges under Elias’s failing vision. He held a magnifying glass in one hand, the other resting flat on the paper to keep it from lifting in the draft that whistled through the broken window seal. Three days. That was all that remained of his career, a span of time short enough to hold in a cup of cold...

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