The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The jar sat on the counter. It was glass. Thick, green, and cold. Inside, a paste of grey-green sludge. It was the last of it. Margaret stood before it. Her hands were raw. The air in the kitchen smelled of damp wool and old grease. She had come here to work. To scrub floors. To be invisible. But the jar was a mirror. It held her reflection in its murky depths. A ghost of a woman. A shadow in a...

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