The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"You're late," Elias said. His voice was thin, stretched over the silence of the room. Mara looked at him. He sat by the window, the glass fogged with the cold creeping in from the garden. The house was old. It breathed. She could feel the walls expanding and contracting, a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched her own. "I couldn't find the key," she said. It was a lie. The key was in her pocket,...

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