The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Thorne. The name was called by the orderly, a thin boy with ink-stained fingers who smelled of carbolic soap and fear, and it sounded like a sentence being passed, a finality that settled into the wet plaster of the infirmary wall where I lay with my left arm wrapped in linen that had already begun to stiffen with dried blood. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last...

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