The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The loom shudders. The shuttle slips. You catch it. Fingers raw. Blood on the wool. "Again," says Elias. You do not look up. You cannot. If you look, the pattern breaks. The shop is cold. The iron stoves tick. Outside, the rain hammers the glass. The year is 1893. The city is gray. The air smells of coal dust and damp wool. You are the apprentice. Elias is the master. He sits in the high-backed...

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