The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink was black. It was the black of a dried wound. It was the black of the void before the first star. Thomas held the quill. His hand did not tremble. He had practiced for three days. He had practiced for three years. The paper was white. It was the white of bone. It was the white of silence. He was twelve. He wore a grey suit. The fit was wrong. The shoulders were too wide. The sleeves...

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