The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cold did not sit upon my skin so much as it inhabited the marrow of my bones, a permanent, crystalline tenant that had been evicted from the world outside and sealed within the walls of the Sanatorium, that vast, humming cathedral of white stone and sterile air where the air itself felt thick, heavy with the scent of boiled linseed and the faint, metallic tang of fear. I sat alone in the...

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