The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The vial of laudanum sat on the desk like a small, dark eye, catching the grey light of the November afternoon in London. Arthur Vane held it between his thumb and forefinger, the glass cool and smooth against his sweating skin, while the actuarial tables before him blurred into a meaningless grid of numbers and dates. He was thirty years old, a junior actuary at the Meridian Life Assurance...

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