The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The coffee mug in my hands was chipped at the rim, a jagged white edge that caught the fluorescent light of the staff lounge every time I tilted it to drink. It was a nine-dollar mug from the break room, the kind you buy when you’re trying to look like you belong, but the chip made it look like I’d dropped it in a fight, which was the only thing anyone at Blackgate Penitentiary waslieve I was...

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