The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain against the windowpane of the municipal archive room sounded like a low, persistent hiss, a mechanical whisper that seemed to emanate from the very bricks of the building. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and the damp chill of the basement level, and stared at the ledger before him. It was a thick, leather-bound volume, its spine cracked and...

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