The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the Hall of Mirrors was not merely thin, but suspended, a stale breath held by a century of silent observers who had forgotten how to exhale. Julian Thorne stood before the great convex glass, his reflection fractured into a dozen distorted selves, each one leaning in with a different shade of desperation. He was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a man whose very existence was a...

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