The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain hits the corrugated roof of the storage unit with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a heartbeat. You are sitting on a crate of old files, your back against the cold metal wall, and the air in here is thick, heavy with the smell of damp paper and rust. It is the end of your shift, or rather, the end of your life as you knew it, because you have just handed in your...

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