The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream began, as it always did, with the sound of glass shattering against stone. It was not a violent crash, but a delicate, high-pitched tinkling, like a chandelier falling in a room where no one was listening. Margaret Holloway woke with the taste of cold dust on her tongue and the image of a porcelain bowl, white and unblemished, turning into a thousand jagged shards in her mind’s eye....

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