The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink froze in the well before the clock struck four. I stared at the black sludge, solid as coal dust, and felt the chill creep up my wrist. It was not a draft. The windows were sealed with putty and tape, the fire in the grate banked low and safe. Yet the cold remained, a physical weight pressing against my skin. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a clerk of thirty-two years, and I had come to believe...

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