The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

I woke to the sound of my own breathing, a harsh, rattling thing that seemed to come from the bottom of a well, and for a moment I could not tell if I was in the white-washed room of the infirmary or back in the trench, where the mud had a way of turning to cement around your boots and dragging you down into the earth with a slow, deliberate malice. The light coming through the small, barred...

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