Waltz

Elijah couldn’t remember ever listening to a waltz in waking life. He didn’t know how they sounded, nor how they were performed. Yet every night since the accident he dreamt of her, the Swan Lady, dancing what he somehow knew to be a waltz. She was always dressed the same way. Her face hidden by a white half-mask decorated with pearls and delicate flares rising from one side. When she span it gave the illusion of a swan taking flight. It matched her dress, her shoes, and the music…

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