The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mirror in the hallway of the Whitmore estate did not reflect the room; it absorbed it. I stood before it, my hands resting on the cold brass frame, and watched the light from the single, frosted lantern above us bend into a spectrum that seemed to have no end, stretching out into a violet darkness that felt less like color and more like a depth of water. My brother, Elias, stood behind me,...

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