The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cart rolls. You ride. Dust coats your tongue. It tastes of chalk and old bones. You are small. The world is large. It presses in. The sun bleaches the sky. It turns to bone. You look down. Your hands are full. Jars. Glass jars. They clink. A soft, sweet sound. Inside, the amber liquid sloshes. It glows. It pulses. Like a heart. Like a warning. You have carried them for miles. Your shoulders...

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