The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The sound had started three days before the hearing, a rhythmic tapping that Colette Marchand felt in her molars before she heard it in her ears. She sat in the kitchen of the trailer, the linoleum peeling up at the corners where the damp had gotten in, and watched the rain slap sideways against the window. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of wet that seeps into the bones and stays...

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