The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You are asleep, but you are also waking. The dream is a gray static. It hums against your eardrums, a low frequency that tastes like copper and old pennies. You are in the hall of the station. The floorboards are warped, bowing under the weight of history. You are not alone. There is a shape in the corner. It is made of brass and shadow. It is the lantern. It has been with you for forty years....

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