The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hammer slipped from my hand and clattered against the steel bench, a sharp, ugly sound that made my teeth ache. I did not pick it up. I stood there, swaying slightly, watching the dust motes swirl in the beam of light that cut through the workshop’s gloom. The floor was stone. It was always stone in the dream. A great, hairline fracture ran from the hearth to the door, and beneath the crack...

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