The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

My fingers were buried in the grease of the escapement wheel when the vibration started, a low, rhythmic shudder that traveled up through the brass casing and into the bones of my wrists. It was 3:00 AM in the attic of St. Jude’s, the air thick with the smell of old oil and dust, and the only light came from the single bare bulb I had rigged to the main fuse box. I was twelve years old, an...

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