The Pale Dance
Act I "You’ll find the glass holds, Director," Min-seo Jeon said, her voice steady despite the heat that pressed against her temples like a physical weight. The gala hall in Jeju was a furnace of silk and stone, the air heavy with roasting pork and the sharp, metallic tang of the new atrium’s exposed rebar. She stood near the base of the central column, her left hand resting on her hip, the...
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