The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The coal dust clung to the wet wool of Arthur Pendelton’s coat like a second, heavier skin, a gritty testament to the labor that had consumed the last three years of his youth and left his lungs rattling with a low, persistent wheeze that sounded less like breath and more like the dry rattle of old paper being shaken in an empty room. He stood now in the center of the grand hall of the Ashworth...

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