The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The stone gate stood open, a jagged mouth in the cliff face, breathing out the cold salt air of the North Sea. I stood before it, my hands trembling not from the wind, but from the silence that had grown so thick around me it felt like a physical weight. It was the third day of the crossing, or perhaps the fourth; time had lost its rigid architecture and melted into a gray, formless slurry. My...

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