The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The house stood on the hill like a broken tooth against the slate sky, its windows glowing with the amber, heavy warmth of a gathering that had begun hours before the rain started to drum against the pane. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax, old paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety that clung to the skin of the guests, a smell that Edmund Vane had come to associate...

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