The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger sat on the desk, its spine cracked and soft with age, the leather peeling away to reveal the raw, fibrous underside like a wound that refused to close, and I sat there in the blue twilight of the attic, the air thick with the scent of dry rot and old paper, listening to the house settle around me with the creaks and groans of a beast that had grown too large for its bones, knowing...

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