The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

David woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. The dream was already dissolving, leaving only the weight of it. He had been standing in the hallway of the old house on Miller Road. The wallpaper was peeling in long, dry strips. He had been holding a glass of water. The water was warm. It felt like blood. He sat up. The room was dark. Rain tapped against the windowpane. A steady, rhythmic...

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