The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The crack ran like a vein of black lightning across the limestone, and I knew then that the building was dying. I stood in the restricted wing, the dust thick as flour in the air, and watched the fracture widen by a millimeter. It was a small thing, barely visible to anyone who had not spent three years mapping the decay of St. Jude’s Municipal Library, but to me, it was a scream. The stone...

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