The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Mara woke from a dream where her hands were made of glass. In the dream, she had held a sphere of perfect, clear light. She had cradled it against her chest. Then, a single drop of rain had fallen. The sphere had shattered. Not exploded. Just broken. A thousand tiny shards, each reflecting a different face. She sat up in the dark. The air in the room was still. Her hands were flesh. They were...

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