The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

October 14, 1998 The wheel has not turned in three days, or so I tell myself, but I know better, for the silence is louder than the grinding, and the air in the mill feels thick with a hunger that has no name, a hunger that I feel pulling at the roots of my own teeth and the marrow of my bones, and I am seventeen years old and I am tired, so tired that my mother’s face, which I last saw through...

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