The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a heavy, suffocating perfume that clung to the lining of my lungs with the persistence of a debt. I sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, my knees pressed tight against the cold iron of the window frame, watching the gray November countryside blur into a smear of mud and bare branches. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels was a metronome...

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