The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum did not creak; they screamed, a high-pitched shriek that seemed to tear at the very air as the fog rolled in from the river below. I stood at the threshold, my hand resting on the cold, rusted bar, feeling the vibration of that metallic cry travel up my arm and settle deep in my chest. It was not fear, not exactly. It was a weight, a heavy, wet stone that...

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