The Pale Dance
The ledger is missing, and you have no explanation." Thorne’s voice was not loud, but it carried the flat, heavy weight of a hammer striking iron, cutting through the low hum of the council chamber. I stood by the window, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the cold draft from the cracked glass seep into my wool coat. Outside, the wind stripped the last leaves from the elms, a dry,...
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