The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell rang. It did not toll; it shrieked. A high, thin sound that cut through the fog like a blade through wet silk. We ran. My shoes slipped on the cobblestones. I did not look back. I looked only forward, at the spire of St. Jude’s, at the darkness waiting above. "Run, Margot," I whispered. "Do not stop." She ran. She was small. She was light. She was the only thing I had left. The crowd...

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