The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The sky cracked open above the trench line not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk, a high-pitched shriek that stripped the color from the world and left only a vibrating, pale gray static. I did not flinch. I had been expecting the end since the morning, when the air tasted of copper and ozone, and the birds had fallen silent, their wings pinned to the earth by an invisible, heavy...

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