The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The parchment was brittle, flaking at the edges like dead skin, and the ink had faded to a rusty brown that stained my fingers as I held it to the candlelight. It was a ledger, thin and unassuming, tucked behind a false panel in the restricted vault. I had found it by accident, chasing a draft that slithered under the doorframe, but now I held the proof of the theft. The names were clear....

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