The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, the paper soft under your thumb. You read it twice, the words blurring into a single, jagged line of rejection. Mr. Halloway had promised you the shift supervisor position, a promise made in the smoke-thick air of the break room three weeks prior, a promise that felt solid as iron until you saw the name of the man who actually got it. It was Elias...

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