The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fire began in the archives. It was a small flame at first, a sullen orange pulse behind the heavy oak doors. Then it grew. It swallowed the dust. It ate the silence. Elias stood before the breach. The heat was a physical weight, a hand pressed against his chest. He held the ledger. It was a heavy thing, bound in cracked leather, its spine stiff with age. His fingers were white. He did not...

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