The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost had begun to bite at the edges of the glass in the observatory tower, a thin, crystalline web that Margaret Holloway watched with the detached precision of a clockmaker. She was not a woman given to sentimentality, nor to the soft, rosy hues of romance. She was a woman of angles and measurements, of iron girders and the cold, hard truth of the astrolabe. Yet, as she tightened the...

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