The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wax cracked before I even touched it. I stood in the high tower, the air thick with the scent of melting tallow and old dust. The Great Seal lay on the velvet cushion, a disc of lead so heavy it seemed to pull the table toward the floor. I was Elias Thorne, Royal Seal Keeper, thirty-two years old, and I had served the Crown for a decade without error. My duty was simple. Press the seal....

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