The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"Tell me again, why do we need the fence?" Albertina Leal sat on the edge of the staff room table, her back straight against the peeling wallpaper, and watched the dust motes swirl in the single beam of light that cut through the high, barred window. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that seemed to settle into the fabric of her lungs with every shallow breath she took. She was...

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