The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The Alfama steps groaned under the weight of the early twenty-first century, a city of narrow arteries where the light of high summer stretched long and thin across the fire-scarred pine barrens that bordered the river. The air smelled of diesel and drying salt, a physical fact that settled in the lungs before the mind could process the heat. Albertina Zuzarte stood in the queue for the...

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