The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the workshop smells of dried lavender, old parchment, and the metallic tang of your own breath, a scent that has seeped so deeply into the wood and the stone that it seems less like an aroma and more like a living entity, a ghost that has settled into the grain of the table where your hands have rested for forty years, shaping the invisible into the visible, the ephemeral into the...

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