The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wool was thinning at the elbows, a translucent patchwork of my own skin showing through the fabric like a bruise that wouldn’t heal. I held the shawl up to the candlelight, turning it over, inspecting the fraying edges where the thread had snapped under the weight of years. It was a pale thing, once a deep, velvety blue, now faded to the color of old milk, of ash, of the sky just before a...

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