The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink is dry. It never dries. I hold the pen. It is heavy. Iron and bone. I am in the room. The room is white. The walls are white. The floor is white. My name is on the desk. It is a slip of paper. It is yellow. It is old. My name is Arthur. I sit. I wait. The clock ticks. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I look at the pen. It is in my hand. I do not let go. I cannot let go. My fingers are stiff. The...

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