The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The brass key in my hand was cold, heavier than the iron that should have been, as if the metal itself had absorbed the chill of the basement where I had found it just an hour prior, and now, standing in the foyer of the Grand Hotel, I felt the weight of it against my palm as a physical burden, a small, dense anchor to a reality that was beginning to feel suspiciously thin and prone to...

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