The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil drawn across the windows of the Abbey Archive, filtering the afternoon light into a bruised and stagnant twilight. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool, decaying paper, and the metallic tang of old rust. Silas Thorne sat at his desk, a low wooden thing scarred by centuries of ink and fingernails, and watched the dust motes dance in the...

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