The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Elara. The name was not spoken so much as spat, a dry crack of the whip that cut through the humid air of the studio. I stood center stage, the floorboards groaning beneath the weight of my pointe shoes, listening to the silence that followed the final beat of the orchestra. The applause was sparse, a polite scattering of claps from the front row that did not reach the back where the critics...

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