The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had ceased, leaving the cobblestones of Oakhaven slick and trembling under the grey afternoon light, yet the air remained heavy with the scent of wet stone and old wood. Margot stood on the threshold of the archive, her fingers stained with the iron-gall ink of a century past, listening to the rhythm of the water dripping from the eaves. It was a sound that usually soothed her, a...

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