The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The gaslight in the mill did not flicker; it pulsed, a slow, arterial throb that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. Sanjay Pereira stood before the loom, his hands trembling not from cold, though the damp of the old Delhi lanes had seeped into his bones, but from a vibration that traveled up through the soles of his boots and settled in his teeth. He was thirty-four, a foreman...

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