The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream began with the hum. A low, electrical thrumming that vibrated in the marrow of Clara’s bones. She stood in the center of the room. The walls were white. The floor was tile. Cold. Sterile. She wore the dress. It was white linen. Heavy. Stiff. It clung to her frame, restricting her breath. The fabric felt like wet paper. Like skin. She touched her chest. The dress breathed. It expanded....

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