The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink is still wet when you find the mark. It sits in the center of your palm, a fresh, dark bruise that has not yet dried, pulsing with a heat that feels foreign to the skin. You are standing in the kitchen of the house on Elm Street, the one your late husband, Arthur, bought with the money he made from the insurance firm, the one he believed would be the last place you ever had to leave....

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