The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate is open. You are already inside. The air tastes of rust and ozone. You hold the chain in your left hand. It is cold. It burns. Your father’s voice is in the wind. He is not here. He is everywhere. You are a prisoner. You are the jailer. You are the key. The garden is a labyrinth. The hedges are tall. They are black. They breathe. You walk. Your feet do not touch the ground. You...

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