The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You stand at the edge of the world, where the heath meets the mist and the fog rolls in like a tide that has no receding, holding in your trembling, bloodied hands the last of the white poppies that you have cultivated for three years in the shadow of the abbey ruins, their petals stained with the red of your own sacrifice and the grey of the dust that settles on all things that strive to...

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