The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bread is stale. You know this by the way the crust resists your thumb, by the dry, chalky taste that coats the tongue like ash. It is the same bread you have eaten every day for thirty years, the same loaf baked in the same oven by the same hands that now shake slightly as they slice. You are the baker at the Ironworks. This is not a title of honor, but a function. A mechanism. You turn the...

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