The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The count was wrong. It was always wrong. You knew it by the weight of the silence in the room, a heavy, wet thing that pressed against your eardrums until you felt the pressure in your teeth. Twelve years old, and you had spent three years learning to count the seconds between the clang of the metal gate and the scrape of the warden’s boots. It was a rhythm, a heartbeat that was not your own....

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