The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Thorne, you are a ghost in a machine that does not need you, but I require your hands to be steady. Minister Halloway stood by the window, his back to the room, his silhouette cut sharp against the grey November light that filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of the Ministry’s upper archive. The air in the room was stale, thick with the scent of aging paper and the metallic tang of the new...

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