The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the library smelled of dust, dried lavender, and the slow decay of paper. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wooden surface scarred by the pen nibs of generations of scholars who had sat before him. He was a man of few words, his silence a heavy, woven thing, like the thick wool of his own coat. He wore a scarf of deep indigo wool, knitted by his late mother, its threads tight and...

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