The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The first thing Arthur Vane did each morning was count the minutes until the clock struck nine. Three hundred and sixty. He sat in the basement of the Ministry of Internal Records, a windowless room that smelled of damp plaster and old iron. The air was thick with the scent of decaying paper, a smell that had settled into his clothes and hair until he could no longer taste anything else. He was...

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