The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You wake to the smell of ozone and wet stone. It is a scent that belongs to no specific season, a chemical sharpness that hangs in the air like a held breath. You are lying in a narrow bed, the sheets stiff with damp, in a room that looks out onto a street that does not exist on any map you have ever studied. The city outside is gray, not with fog, but with a kind of suspended particulate...

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