The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink dried black and cold on the page. Ljubomir Ionescu sat in the cramped cabin of the canal boat, the wood groaning beneath his knees as he hunched over his father’s final ledger. Outside, the storm had taken the power, plunging the missionary district into a dark that felt less like an absence of light and more like a physical weight pressing against the hull. He needed to finish the...

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