The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The leather lay on the stone slab, flat and white as a sheet, and Elias counted the hours by the guttering of the tallow candle until the wick dipped into the black pool of its own grease. It was the third night in a row he had not slept, his fingers raw from scraping the hair, the air in the workshop thick with the sharp, acrid bite of lye and urine that clung to his clothes and his skin. He...

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