The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream had no beginning. It was simply a room of white stone, cold and vast, where the light did not come from windows but seeped up from the floor like groundwater. Elara stood in the center, her feet bare on the cold flagstones. She was not afraid. In dreams, fear is a foreign language. She knew the weight of the silence. It pressed against her ribs, heavy and sweet. Around her, the air...

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