The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink in the well was black, but the light in the High Court of St. Jude was always a pale, sickly yellow. Elias Thorne, twenty-four and junior clerk, watched the dust motes dance in the beam that cut across his desk. He had six months to secure his permanent tenure. If he failed, he would return to the debt-ridden farm in the valley, where his father’s cough shook the rafters and the land...

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