The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One "You’re bleeding on the plate, Esther." The voice was low, wet with the humidity of the cellar, and it belonged to no one, because the workshop was empty save for the furnace’s hungry, orange mouth. Esther Yancey did not look up. Her hands, wrapped in the heavy leather of her gloves, trembled against the blowpipe, the heat searing through the hide and into the bone of her wrists....

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