The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bread is stale. You know it is stale. The crust is hard as bone. You tear a piece. It snaps. You chew. It tastes of dust and regret. You are a scholar. You study the old texts. The language is dead. The people are dead. But you live. You eat. You breathe. You wait. The room is cold. The city is old. The stones are grey. The rain falls. It has been falling for days. It washes the streets. It...

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