The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Mara slept. The dream was grey. It was the color of wet wool. It was the color of old teeth. She saw the stone wall. It was high. It was cold. She saw the gate. It was locked. She was on the inside. She was not alone. She woke. The air was sharp. It bit her nose. The room was dark. A single candle burned low. The wax pooled. It looked like blood. It looked like milk. She sat up. Her joints...

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