The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog outside the window is not merely weather, but a thick, gray substance that presses against the glass like a living skin, and you sit in the center of the room, a room that exists in the interstice of the world, where the geometry of walls bends slightly inward as if the house itself is holding its breath in anticipation of a blow that has already been dealt. You are here because you are...

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