The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fire took the roof before it took the heart. I watched the beams crack. They screamed like wet wood. I stood in the courtyard. The rain was cold. It stung my face. My name is Elias. I was a maker of silks. My hands were stained with indigo. My hands were stained with blood. The house was mine. It was my father’s. It was my grandfather’s. Now it was ash. The smoke curled up. It smelled of...

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