The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The office smelled of toner and old coffee. It was a sharp, acidic scent that stuck to the back of the throat. Eleanor sat at her desk. Her back hurt. It always hurt now. The chair was too soft. Or perhaps she was too stiff. She was forty-two. She felt eighty. Her sister, Claire, was in the corner. Claire was eating a sandwich. It was ham and cheese. The bread was white. Soft. Eleanor watched...

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