The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The porcelain teacup sat on the edge of the oak desk, its rim chipped in a way that looked less like an accident and more like a deliberate act of violence, a small, jagged mouth ready to scream, and I stared at it for an hour before I finally picked it up, my fingers trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the drafty window of the university library, a cold that had settled deep into...

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