The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hands were trembling, a fine, high-frequency vibration that made the shattered pearls click against the stainless steel tray like the teeth of a small, angry animal. Elara Vance, thirty-four years old and a senior nurse with ten years of service at St. Jude’s, sat in the sterile, fluorescent hum of the oncology ward, her fingers slick with the antiseptic gel that smelled of isopropyl...

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