The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The lungs of the factory were not merely mechanical; they were a vast, heaving beast of iron and steam that breathed the life out of the night, a rhythmic thrumming that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sensation so profound it felt less like sound and more like a physical intrusion, a constant, low-frequency pressure that pressed against the back of his eyes and forced the...

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