The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The house breathed with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the wind outside, a deep, tidal exhalation that seemed to originate from the very foundation stones, pressing against the walls of the family estate like a living thing seeking entry, and in that heavy, suspended silence, the air tasted of ozone and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and lingered long after...

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