The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream is always the same. You are in a white room, the air thick with the scent of stale bread and antiseptic. Your limbs move with a grace you have not possessed in five years, a fluidity that defies the tremor in your left hand. You dance, or perhaps you fall, it is hard to tell, but the motion is continuous, a pale loop that never ends. You wake with your heart hammering against your...

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