The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The clock in the mill office ticked with the heavy, wooden insistence of a hammer striking an anvil. Arthur Vane counted the seconds between the ticks, measuring the weight of the silence that had fallen over the room. He was thirty years old, and he had been a junior clerk at Harrowgate Textiles for eight years, a duration that felt less like a career and more like a slow burial. He wanted the...

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