The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You are standing in the rain. It is not a storm. It is a gray, weeping drizzle that soaks through your coat and into your bones. You are in the town of Oakhaven. It is 1923. The air smells of wet slate and coal smoke. You hold a silver thimble. It is cold. It is small. It fits over your thumb. It is your mother’s. You are twenty-two. You are unmarried. You are expected to be. The shop is small....

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