The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was loud, a cacophony of clinking silver and laughter that vibrated in Elias Vane’s teeth. He sat at the far end of the table, his tunic stained with ink, watching the other scholars raise their goblets in a toast to the University’s new patron. Elias did not drink. He counted the coins in his pocket, a meager sum that would not cover the rent on his attic...

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