The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost did not just sit on the windowpane of the St. Jude’s Community Center; it grew. It spread like a web of white veins across the glass, creeping inward with a slow, patient hunger that defied the thermostat’s steady hum. Elias stood in the center of the gymnasium, his breath pluming in the cold air, staring at the creeping lattice. He was not the only one. The entire floor was covered...

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