The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bone in Ray Gault’s left hand was wrong, a jagged thing that refused to knit, and he was counting the forty-two of the Tannery Steps as he descended them, each step a small, sharp pain that bloomed in the knuckles of that maimed limb. He did not look up at the sky or the salt-crusted air of the Fens, only at his own feet, the leather of his boots slick with the thaw that had finally broken...

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