The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wind does not knock. It breaks. You are not a ghost. You are a vessel. Hold the stone. It is warm. It is cold. It is yours. "Look at me," says the voice. You do not look. You hold the stone tighter. The gate is iron. The gate is old. The gate is closed. "Open it," you say. "I cannot," says the voice. "Why?" "Because you are afraid." "I am not afraid." "You are." The voice is kind. The voice...

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