The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The stamp was cold in Clara’s hand, a block of hard rubber and brass that smelled of ink and old paper. She held it up to the window light, tracing the grooves of the letters with a thumbnail that was bitten down to the quick. The word inside the ring was simple, unadorned, and absolute. REJECTED. It was a small, perfect circle of finality, and she had worn it smooth against her palm for three...

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