The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The steam hissed against the iron frame of the carriage, a sound that cut through the dense, sulfurous air of the Victorian undercity like a knife through wet silk, and I pressed my forehead against the cold, vibrating glass, watching the blurred, gaslit streets of London dissolve into a smear of amber and coal-dust as we hurtled northward toward the isolated estate of Blackwood Hall, where the...

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