The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Arthur Vane. The name was shouted across the yard, sharp and brittle, cutting through the soot-heavy air. Arthur straightened his spine, the leather binding of his cataloging case digging into his hip. He looked up at the man leaning against the white stone wall, the boundary marker of the estate. Lord Blackwood stood there, a figure carved from the same gray slate as the factory chimneys...

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