The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The first shot cracked the east window of the Conservatory at 4:12 in the morning, a sound like a knuckle breaking in a silent room. You were awake, as you always were in the months preceding the winter, lying in the narrow bed in your office, the smell of damp wool and old paper thick in the air. The glass did not fall inward. It did not shatter in a cascade of diamonds across your desk....

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