The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain against the windowpane is a relentless, rhythmic tapping, a sound that has become the metronome of your last few weeks. You sit in the dimly lit office, the heavy oak desk before you cold to the touch, and you stare at the reflection in the dark glass. It is a face you recognize, yet it feels like a mask worn by a stranger. Your left hand rests on the mahogany surface, fingers splayed,...

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