The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The light in the archive room was the color of old bone, filtered through glass that had not been cleaned in a decade. Guomin Zhou sat at his desk, the brush resting on the inkstone, waiting for the sound of the clacking keys from the outer office to stop. It was the sound of a machine closing, a rhythmic pounding that marked the end of the day for everyone but the scribes. He needed...

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