The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the Chancery of St. Jude’s smelled of damp limestone and old ink, a scent that had seeped into the pores of your skin until you could no longer distinguish it from your own. You stood before the high desk of Magistrate Aldous Thorne, your hands resting flat against the cold marble surface. They were not trembling. You had practiced this stillness in the mirror of your cramped room in...

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