The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream is always the same, a white room where the air is thick with the smell of hot iron and wet wool, and you are standing there with your left hand open, palm up, waiting for something to fall into it, but nothing does, only the sound of a heartbeat that is not your own, a slow, heavy thud that seems to come from the floorboards themselves, and you wake with the taste of copper in your...

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