The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The chandelier was a cage of crystal. It hung low over the mahogany table, refracting the gaslight into fractured rainbows that danced on the white linen. It was beautiful. It was brutal. I watched the light shatter. I watched it cut the air. I held my hands in my lap. They were still. They were clean. But they remembered the mud. They remembered the blood. "Drink, Thomas," the Minister said....

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