The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the high windows of the house. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a smell that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow erosion of time. He stood in the center of the parlor, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the dim light from...

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