The Pale Dance
The ballroom had not danced in thirty years, but Cecilia Ashworth-Cross could still feel the music in the floorboards. She had inherited the Mayfair townhouse from her uncle Reginald, a man she barely knew—a collector of things that others had forgotten to keep. Porcelain thimbles. Letters tied with faded ribbon. Three hundred and twelve metronomes, all ticking at different tempos. And now,...
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