The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

I woke with the taste of ash on my tongue. The air in the bedroom was still. It held the weight of old grief. I lay there. The sheets were cold. My hands were still. They trembled only when I moved. The house remembered us. It did not judge. It simply waited. The walls were painted a shade of blue that had faded to gray. The floorboards creaked under the silence. I knew the sound of every room....

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