The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The gear slipped. It was a sound like a bone snapping in the dark, a dry, brittle crack that echoed through the vaulted ceiling of the Grand Palace clock room. Arthur Vane froze, his tweezers hovering over the escapement, his breath held in the stale, oil-scented air. He was thirty years old, and in that suspended second, he felt the weight of the debt pressing against his chest, a physical...

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