The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ice cracked. It did not break with a shout. It broke with a whisper. A thin, white thread running through the center of the hall. I watched it spread. It spidered out beneath the polished floor. It raced toward the chandeliers. The sound was not a snap. It was a sigh. A long, shuddering exhalation of the building itself. I stood in the center. My boots were heavy. My hands were still. The...

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