The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The house stood on the edge of the cliff like a white bone exposed by the tide, its windows dark and unblinking against the bruised purple of the twilight. It was the kind of place that demanded a history, and the history it possessed was one of quiet, accumulating silence. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of beeswax and old paper, and in the center of the grand hall, where the...

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