The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog had settled into the bones of the city like a persistent ache, a damp and grey substance that clung to the wool of Eleanor Vance’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her limbs, turning the world into a muted sketch of itself. She stood in the center of the room, a space that had once been the beating heart of a grand estate but now functioned as a hollow shell, a museum of her own...

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