The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink was still wet when Arthur Penhaligon signed his name. He pressed the nib into the parchment until it bled through to the table beneath. The stroke was sharp. It was final. He did not look up. The room was silent, save for the tick of the clock on the mantel and the heavy breathing of the man across from him. Lord Ashworth sat in a high-backed chair that seemed designed to swallow men...

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