The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Vane. The name was spat by the foreman like a coin dropped on stone, sharp and final. Silas stood in the doorway of the mill office, his face a mask of soot and suspicion, blocking the light from the corridor. Behind him, the low-frequency hum of the Blackwood Mill vibrated in Arthur’s molars, a physical weight that had followed him from the train station and now seemed to live inside his own...

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