The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Mara’s hand shook. The scalpel trembled. It was a bad sign. In the Operating Theatre, hands must be still. She was young. She was the first woman to hold the instrument. They watched her. They always watched. The air smelled of carbolic and fear. The patient lay open. A man. Nameless. He bled. The blood was dark. It pooled on the sheet. Mara looked at her own fingers. They were pale. They were...

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