The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger sat on my desk, its spine cracked, the pages thick with the weight of other men’s sins. I counted the hours I had spent hunched over the green-shaded lamp, my fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the windowpane of the Ministry’s fourth floor, a chill that had nothing to do with the radiator’s sputtering heat. It was November, 1924, and the air in the corridor smelled of...

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