The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron lungs of the city breathed in the soot and exhaled a gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of Whitehall like a shroud, and within the high, vaulted ceilings of the Ministry of Internal Security, the air tasted of ozone and old blood. Silas Thorne stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his posture rigid as a sword in its scabbard, his eyes fixed on the man sitting across from...

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