The Pale Dance
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurs the edges of the town and turns the mud of the main street into a slick, sucking pit that claims your boots with every step. You are walking away from the station house, the heavy door slamming shut behind you with a finality that echoes in your hollow chest, and you are carrying nothing but the weight of the coat on...
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