The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The boundary line is not a wall, but a scar, a pale, jagged tear in the fabric of the earth that separates the living soil from the churning, black mire of the Peatlands. I stand at its edge, my boots sinking into the spongy decay, and I dream of the night the line was drawn. It is a recurring somnambulist’s vision, a loop of sensory data and emotional residue that my mind cannot file away, for...

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