The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger was wrong, and I knew it before the ink had even dried on the final page. I sat in the dim archive of Oakhaven, the smell of rotting paper thick in my throat, and stared at the discrepancy in the grain tax from three years prior. My hands shook, not from the cold, but from the certainty that I was not making a mistake. I wanted to be the new Head Archivist. I wanted to prove that the...

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