The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The tea was cold. It had been cold for three days. Margaret sat in the corner of the high-ceilinged room, her hands wrapped around the mug. The ceramic was chipped. She did not care. Outside, the rain lashed against the stained glass. The light that came through was grey. It was the color of ash. It was the color of her skin now. "Drink," said the steward. He stood in the doorway. His uniform...

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