The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Thorne. The word came from the other end of the desk, low and sharp, cutting through the hum of the ventilation system. Elias looked up. His hands were shaking. He tried to still them, pressing his palms flat against the cold laminate surface, but the tremor persisted, a fine vibration that seemed to come from the floorboards themselves. Mr. Halloway did not look at him. He was looking at the...

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