The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog is thick. It tastes of iron and wet stone. You are standing in the hall of the Ashworth estate, but the hall is wrong. The geometry is off. The angles are too sharp, the shadows too long. You know this place. You have worked here for ten years. You are Thomas Bradshaw, the estate manager. Or you think you are. In the dream, you hold a ledger. The paper is black. The ink is red. You...

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