The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink had not yet dried on the column for the elixir, a thin, pale line that seemed to vanish into the paper’s grain. Arthur Vane’s thumb rubbed the edge of the ledger, a gesture of habit, of checking for splinters that were not there. He was thirty-two, and the St. Jude’s Asylum had worn the years off him like water off a stone. The room smelled of dust and old paper, the specific scent of...

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