The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger had four hundred and twelve entries, and Elara Whitmore had spent the last three hours verifying the ink on the final page, her breath fogging in the subterranean chill of the archive room where the air tasted of wet stone and old paper. She was thirty-two years old, and the winter audits were three weeks away, a deadline that hung over the palace like a guillotine blade, sharp and...

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