The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain hammered against the leaded glass of the conservatory, a relentless, rhythmic assault that turned the world outside into a grey, blurring smear of water and shadow. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling so violently that I could barely keep the silver tray steady. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old varnish, a smell that had settled into the bones of...

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