The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hand moved before I did. It slid across the plaster of the bedroom wall, a dry, rasping sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard, tracing a circle that was not quite a circle, a loop that did not quite close. I sat in the armchair by the window, the morning light cutting through the dust motes in sharp, geometric lines, and I watched Elara’s left hand, the one with the old fracture that had...

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