The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The coat was heavy, not with wool, but with the accumulated weight of years spent standing in corridors that smelled of damp stone and old ink. I remember the texture of it now more clearly than I remember my own face in the mirror. It was a charcoal grey, a color that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, and it had been my companion through the long, silent winters of the...

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