The Pale Dance
The ballroom exhaled in winter light, all frost and memory, where the floorboards remembered every footfall from a century past. Elara Voss stood at the threshold in her mother's dress—the one that had hung in the wardrobe since 1953, since the last dance before the war, before the house changed hands and the music stopped altogether. The fabric whispered when she moved, silk so...
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