The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog did not lift; it thickened, turning the village of Oakhaven into a gray smear against the black sky. I stood in the center of the church hall, my feet bare on the cold stone, while the elders sat in a semicircle, their faces obscured by the damp mist that seeped through the high, arched windows. I am not what you would call human, not anymore. The change had been slow, a creeping frost...

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