The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in Oakhaven does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain woven from the breath of the dead pines and the damp, rotting sweetness of the earth, and you sit in the kitchen with your head bowed over the bowl, the spoon resting against the ceramic rim like a broken bone. The porridge is thick, a pale, viscous sludge that defies the spoon’s pull, and you watch it tremble on the surface, a tiny,...

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