The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the world outside the window of my small, rented room in the basement of the old textile factory into a blurred, indistinct smear of wet pavement and rusted metal, a monochrome painting of decay that seemed to seep through the plaster walls and into the marrow of my bones, a cold that was not merely of the air but of...

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