The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You dream of the moth. It is white. It is dead. Its wings are torn. You see the tear in the silk. You know who did it. Your father. He holds the scissors. He cuts the air. He cuts the world. You wake. The room is dark. The air is thick. Smells of oil. Smells of dust. You are in the workshop. The clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. It is a heavy sound. It is a stone in the throat. You sit up. Your...

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