The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages yellowed and stiff with age, the ink faded to a brown that matched the dust motes drifting in the slant of afternoon light. You held a fountain pen, the nib dry, staring at the column of numbers that did not add up. The tax office in the old quarter smelled of damp wool and stale tea, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the back of your...

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