The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You are bleeding. The blood is not yours, or perhaps it is, but the distinction has dissolved in the heat of the struggle. You are on your knees in the wet grass of the valley, your hands slick with the life of the man who tried to break you. The air tastes of iron and crushed thyme. Your breath is a ragged thing, tearing at the lining of your lungs. Above you, the sky is a bruised purple,...

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