The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The porcelain cup shattered against the wet stone of the road, a sound that was less a crash and more a final, exhalation, sending white shards spraying into the mud like the scattered teeth of a saint. I stood there, my boots sinking into the sludge that coated the ancient path, watching the pieces lie inert and broken in the grey twilight, and I felt a sudden, terrifying lightness in my...

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