The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The woolen coat had hung in the corner of the attic for seven years, a silent, heavy thing that seemed to absorb the light and the dust with equal indifference. Margaret Holloway stood before it now, her hand resting on the rough, matted fabric, feeling the weight of its history press against her palm like a cold stone. It was not merely a garment; it was a prison, a shroud, and a confession...

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