The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger was open on the desk, its pages yellowed and brittle as dried leaves, and I heard the scratching of the pen before I saw him, a sound like a small animal dying in the walls, which told me that the silence of the manor was not empty but full of a waiting that had calcified into bone. I stood in the doorway of the library, where the air smelled of dust and the faint, sweet rot of...

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