The Pale Dance
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old university campus into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the dull, unbroken sky in a way that made me feel as though we were all suspended in a thick, viscous gel, unable to move forward or back, stuck in a moment that stretched out like taffy pulled by invisible hands. I sat in my...
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