The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You are standing in the center of the rotunda, the marble floor cold and unyielding beneath the soles of your boots, while the air hums with a static charge that has nothing to do with the climate control and everything to do with the weight of the silence you have carried for three weeks. The ceiling above is a vaulted expanse of stained glass, filtering the afternoon sun into a bruised purple...

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