The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall smelled of wet wool and stale beer. It was a smell that clung to the skin, a heavy, industrial musk that marked the year as 1912 and the place as the gut of the empire. Elias Vane stood by the bar, watching the steam rise from a cup of tea he did not drink. The cup was porcelain, thin as a whisper. He held it with both hands, the warmth seeping into his palms, but the cold in his chest...

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