The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream always ends with the water running cold, yet my hands remain stained a deep, irrevocable black, the ink seeping into the whorls of my fingerprints as if it were part of my own blood, a mark that no amount of scrubbing with lye and hot water can erase. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and for the last six months I have lived in the shadow of this residue, waking each morning in...

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