The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The heavy brass key felt cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, a dense, physical thing that seemed to drain the warmth from his fingers before he could even turn it in the lock. He stood before the door of the restricted archive, the metal handle slick with the dampness of the cellar below, and for a moment he simply stared at the wood grain, waiting for the trembling in his hands to subside....

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