The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The gaslight hissed in the draft, a thin, reedy complaint that cut through the silence of the apartment. Clara stood by the window, her back to me, watching the rain streak the glass in long, grey lines that blurred the streetlamps into smears of pale yellow. I held my left hand out in front of me, the fingers curled around the air as if trying to grasp something solid, while the bone beneath...

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