The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The feast was cold. It had been cold for hours, yet the candles still burned, their wax pooling on the stone table like frozen tears. The meat was dry. The bread had hardened into stone. Yet the guests remained. They sat in their velvet robes, their faces pale as the moon outside the high windows. They did not eat. They did not speak. They watched the center of the room. There, a man stood. His...

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