The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass broke first. Not the window. The reflection. Mara stood before the mirror in the staff bathroom on the fourth floor. The air smelled of stale tea and industrial lemon. She looked at her face. It was not her face. It was a map of her failures. Lines etched deep around the mouth. A hollowing of the cheeks. The eyes, pale and wet, stared back with a judgment she could feel in her teeth....

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