The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The house was loud that night, a thrumming beast of wood and glass that seemed to breathe in time with the orchestral swell from the parlor. I stood in the hallway, my hand resting against the cool plaster of the wall, feeling the vibration travel up my arm and settle deep in my chest. It was a sensation I had come to associate with my own irrelevance, a physical reminder that while the rest of...

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