The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hum was low, a vibration that seemed to rise from the floorboards of the Meridian Insurance Exchange rather than from the object itself. Arthur Vane stared at the pocket watch lying on his desk, its crystal face cracked in a spiderweb pattern that trapped the light of the gas lamp. It was a heavy thing, silver and tarnished, a thing Elias had worn for twenty years before the accident....

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