The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The letter sat on the workbench, its ink faded to the color of dried blood. You had not meant to find it. The clock, the Pale Dance, was due in three days, and your hands were already shaking. The tremor in your right wrist had started six months ago, a subtle vibration that made the placement of a hairspring a matter of luck rather than skill. You were forty-two, a master horologist, and you...

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