The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ice breaks first. It does not shatter with a crack. It sighs. A low, wet exhalation that pulls the breath from your lungs. You are standing on the edge of the frozen lake, the one the village elders call the Mirror of God. It is not a god you know. It is a god of geometry and silence. You have come here to work. You have come to be seen. You are a clerk. A minor functionary in the...

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