The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Yan Ma’s hands moved across the ledger, the nib scratching a steady, dry rhythm against the paper as he copied the figures from the master’s draft into the official record. The air in the office smelled of stale ink and damp wool, a heavy, suffocating scent that seemed to settle into the pores of his skin. He was twelve years old, though he looked older, his face gaunt and his eyes...

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