The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink froze in the well before Elias Thorne could even dip his pen, a sudden, crystalline clump that shattered against the glass rim of the inkpot with a sound like a bone snapping. He stared at the ruin on the desk, the black liquid spreading in jagged, icy fractures across the polished mahogany, while the air in the Pale Wing dropped ten degrees in a single, breathless instant. Across the...

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