The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The candle guttered, throwing long, jagged shadows across the oak desk where Elias counted the hours of his sentence. Three days. That was how long he had been in the archives, three days of dust and silence, searching for a single page of the ledger that would save his father from ruin. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and old paper, a scent that had settled into the fibers of his...

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