The Pale Dance
The first sack of linens weighed forty pounds, and by the third, your shoulders felt like they were filled with wet sand. You counted the sacks, one through twelve, keeping time with the thud of the trolley against the concrete floor, because counting was the only thing that kept the other sound at bay. The other sound was the tapping, a low, rhythmic thump from beneath the sealed basement...
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