The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass was warm in my hands, not from the tea, but from the friction of my own nervous energy. I held it up to the light of the shop window, watching the liquid swirl in a pale, lazy vortex. Outside, the rain tapped against the pavement of Millbrook, a small town that felt less like a place on a map and more like a closed eye, blinking slowly in the fog. "You’re doing it again," said Elias....

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