The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The silence in the cellar was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled into the marrow, thick with the smell of damp earth and the metallic tang of old iron that seemed to seep up from the floorboards and hang in the air like a visible fog, and Margaret Holloway stood in the center of this suffocating quiet, her hands resting on the back of a wooden...

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