The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The barn smelled of wet straw and old sweat. Leo kicked the door open. Dust motes danced in the beam of sunlight. His sister, Maya, was not there. He looked under the hay bales. Nothing. He looked behind the feed sacks. Nothing. "Maya!" he shouted. His voice echoed off the wooden beams. It sounded hollow. He was twelve. He knew this was the last summer. The doctors had said so. The nurses had...

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