The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The marble floor of the Sterling Foundation atrium was so polished it acted less like a surface and more like a mirror, reflecting the cheap, scuffed soles of my shoes back up at me with a silent, mocking accusation. I was fourteen, standing in the heart of the city’s most prestigious cultural institution, and I wanted nothing more than to crush Julian Vane, the board’s darling, who strutted...

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