The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The leather-bound ledger lay open on the oak desk, its pages stiff with age and the weight of ink. Elias Thorne’s fingers traced the indented lines of the account, his skin pale and thin over the knuckles, the flesh stretched tight like old parchment. He had held this book for twelve years, balancing the ledgers of Vane Manor with a precision that bordered on ritual, yet this morning the ink...

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