The Pale Dance

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2026-08-20 06:22:56 -

The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for nine days, a relentless, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a waterlogged, breathing thing, and I stood at the edge of the cliff where the sea used to be, feeling the familiar, heavy pull of the letters carved into my own skin, the ink bleeding through the bandages I had wrapped around my forearms, a dark, viscous reminder that I was not...

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