The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass was cracked. A hairline fracture, thin as a spider’s web, ran from the base to the rim. It caught the light. It held the wine. Elara stood before the mirror. The room was cold. The stone floor bit through her thin slippers. She looked at the reflection. It looked back. It did not move. The cup was in her hand. It was heavy. The wine was red. It was still. She had done the rite. The...

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