The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink was still wet on the spine of the volume when Elias Thorne felt the temperature drop, a sudden, sharp chill that had nothing to do with the heating system’s failure. He did not look up from the ledger, a massive, leather-bound thing that smelled of dust and old sweat, but his fingers stopped moving. The papers in the open tray before him, a chaotic mess of receipts and memos from the...

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