The Pale Dance
The memorandum sat on the desk, a white rectangle of bureaucratic expectation, its edges sharp against the dark wood grain. Arthur Vane read it again, the ink smudged slightly where his thumb had pressed too hard, the words "inappropriate gender for engineering roles" standing out like a stain on linen. It was November, 1912, and the light in Halloway’s office was the color of weak tea,...
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