The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The blue stain was the size of a coin, cold and dry, resting on the back of Elias Thorne’s left hand as he held the spine of the ledger. It had not been there an hour ago, when the library’s heating system had groaned into a dormant silence, leaving the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the damp chill that seeped up from the basement floor. Elias wiped his hand on his trousers, a...

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