The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass is cold. You hold it in your hands. The weight is steady. It is a small thing. A crystal prism. It sits on the table. You look at it. You know what it holds. You have known for years. The room is small. It is white. The walls are bare. There is a chair. There is a desk. There is you. There is the glass. You are the keeper. You are the man who sees. The others say you are strange. They...

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