The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood that had seeped into the floorboards decades ago. I stood at the edge of the long oak table, my hands clasped so tightly around my silverware that my knuckles turned the color of bone. Around me, the family laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a gravel path, disjointed and hollow. My...

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