The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One The canal water stood still at first light, holding the reflection of the oak trees that lined the banks, while the pigs in the adjacent paddock grunted over acorns scattered by the autumn wind, and the hum of a single refrigerator in the empty shop on the corner provided a low, constant drone that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots. I am Saad Beg, and I have come to...

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