The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger sat on the desk, its cover worn to the color of old bone, and I counted the hours until the lights dimmed. Fourteen years I had served the Ministry of Records, a junior archivist whose life was measured in the weight of paper and the silence of the basement. I wanted tenure. I wanted the seal of permanence stamped on my file, the thing that would keep the Ministry from discarding me...

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