The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The soup was thick, a gelatinous suspension of root vegetables and bone marrow that clung to the inside of your throat like a secret you had sworn never to tell, and you stood at the edge of the communal table in the long, drafty hall of the asylum, watching the steam rise in pale, twisting columns that looked exactly like the ghosts of the things you had lost. You were thirteen, or perhaps...

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