The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cufflinks were silver, tarnished black at the edges, and they fit Elias Thorne’s wrists with a tightness that felt less like jewelry and more like shackles. He was thirty-four, a constable of the Capital Guard, and for three months he had worn them every day, a secret penance for a father whose name was whispered only in the lowest, most disreputable circles of the Court. Elias wanted the...

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