The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ballroom of the Sterling Estate did not smell of perfume or champagne, but of ozone and wet iron. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, metallic and cold, like the taste of a penny held under the tongue. Julian Vane stood at the edge of the floor, his tuxedo jacket unbuttoned, watching the dancers spin in a blur of silk and flesh. To the untrained eye, they were a spectacle...

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