The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain slicked the pavement in black ribbons. Elias stood at the curb. His hand was empty. His glove was gone. "Are you coming?" Sarah’s voice was thin. It cut through the hum of the streetlights. He looked at her. She was beautiful. She was terrified. Her coat was soaked. "Yes," he said. He did not move. His feet were rooted to the asphalt. He felt a pull in his chest. A hollow ache. He...

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