The Pale Dance

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2026-08-20 11:09:29 -

The Pale Dance

The train rattled. We moved fast. The window shook. I watched the trees blur. They were black sticks against the grey sky. I held my ticket tight. It was damp. My palms were wet. I was going to London. I was going to the Palace. I was going to see him. He waited. He stood by the door. He wore a suit. It was dark. It fit well. He looked at me. He did not smile. He did not wave. He just looked....

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