The Pale Dance

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2026-08-18 16:11:04 -

The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it was hurled against the windowpane, a relentless, grey assault that blurred the cobblestones of the high street into a smear of wet slate and shadow. I stood before the mirror, the glass trembling slightly with the vibration of the carriage below, and watched the stranger who wore my face. My hands, thin and veined like dried riverbeds, hovered over the collar...

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