The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The debt is a physical thing, a lead weight sewn into the lining of your waistcoat, pulling you down into the damp stone floor of the Guild hall where the air smells of stale ink and rotting paper. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a clerk whose fingers are stained permanently with the graphite of other men’s fortunes, and you stand before the desk of Master Aldous Vane, a man whose...

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