The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bread is stale. You know this before you touch it. The crust is hard as bone, the crumb dry and gray. It sits on the table in the center of the room, untouched. It has been there for three days. You do not eat. You do not offer it to anyone. You only look at it. It is the only thing in the house that is still itself. The rest has changed. The walls have changed. The air has changed. You are...

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