The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train does not stop so much as it exhales, a long, rattling sigh of steam and iron that settles into the hollow of the valley where the town of Oakhaven sits, white-washed and trembling against the gray October sky. You are standing on the platform, small and still, your coat too large for your frame, the hem brushing the wet concrete in a way that feels like a secret being kept from the...

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