The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The sky breaks. Not slowly. Not with warning. It shatters like a pane of glass, raining ice and fire onto the gray fields. You are running. Your lungs burn. The air tastes of copper and ozone. You do not look up. You cannot. Your eyes are fixed on the ground, on the mud that sucks at your boots. You are a soldier. You are a cop. You are a man who keeps the peace. But the peace is dead. The...

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