The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ice cracked. A sharp, clean fracture. It ran through the black surface like a vein of white lightning. Thomas stared. The sound was loud. It was not a sound. It was a memory of sound. He had heard it in his dreams. He had heard it for years. He stood on the train. The window was fogged. His breath made a small cloud. It vanished. Outside, the landscape was grey. Trees. Fields. More fields....

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