The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The boiler exploded on a Tuesday, in the middle of the afternoon, with a sound like a giant tearing a sheet of iron. It was not a fire. It was a rupture. A white cloud of steam and superheated water burst through the wall of the St. Jude’s Orphanage laundry, shattering the window glass and sending shards of tempered glass skittering across the polished floor like hail. The room filled with a...

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