The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The candle in Arthur Vane’s hand flickered, throwing long, trembling shadows against the damask walls of the ballroom as he adjusted the cravat of the man seated before him. It was a small, mechanical act, tightening silk against skin, but in the silence that followed the last waltz, it felt like a confession. Lord Vane, his father, did not look up from the ledger he had pulled from the table’s...

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