The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream tasted of copper and old wool. Mara woke with the taste still on her tongue. Her mouth was dry. The ceiling above was cracked. A thin line of plaster ran from the light fixture to the corner. It looked like a vein. Or a river on a map. She did not know which. She lay still. The sheets were rough against her skin. They were too thin. She could feel the springs of the bed. They pressed...

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