The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink on the letter was not black, but a deep, arterial violet, bleeding slightly into the grain of the parchment as though the words themselves were weeping before they could be read. Margot stood in the center of the circular atrium of the St. Jude’s Institute for Behavioral Sciences, her feet bare against the cold, polished marble, the silence of the room pressing against her eardrums with...

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