The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ledger weighed six pounds, a solid block of leather-bound arithmetic that smelled of damp wool and old iron. Arthur Vane counted the hours as he counted the columns, each tick of the clock a small, heavy stone dropped into the well of his chest. He was twenty-four, and the air in the Halloway Mill office was thick with the scent of wet slate and machine oil, a perfume that seemed to settle...

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