The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The morning light did not so much rise in the apartment as it seeped through the grime of the windowpane, a slow, viscous bleed of grey and pale gold that turned the dust motes into a suspended, breathing galaxy of decay, a quiet apocalypse of small things settling on the mahogany surface of the workbench where Arthur sat with his hands trembling so violently that the delicate filigree of the...

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