The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the world beyond the high, narrow windows of Ashworth Hall into a smear of wet stone and dying hedgerows. I sat in the corner of the great hall, my back against the cold stone, my hands folded in my lap, watching the water race down the glass in frantic, silver threads. It was the night before I was to leave for...

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