The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The morning bell at the Ashworth Institute rang not with the bright, metallic clarity of a church steeple, but with the dull, heavy thud of a hammer striking wet wood. It was a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow, a low-frequency pulse that Margaret felt in her teeth before she registered it in her ears. She stood at the window of her narrow quarters, watching the fog roll off the moor...

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