The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog was not merely weather; it was a living thing, a grey, breathing curtain that swallowed the iron ribs of the refinery and the men who worked within them. It pressed against the glass of the control room, blurring the distant lights of the harbor into smears of amber and white, until the world outside ceased to be a place and became only a concept, a rumor of existence beyond the steel....

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