The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended sheet of water that turned the air into a heavy, breathing thing. Margaret stood on the balcony of the Glass House, looking out at the void. Below, the garden was a blur of grey and green. Above, the sky was the same color. She held a cup of tea. It was cold. She had not drunk from it. Her hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the effort of...

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