The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream had teeth. They were made of iron and rust, grinding against the silence of the workshop. Elias woke with a gasp. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of oil, cold coal, and the wet earth outside. He did not move. He lay still. The floorboards creaked under the weight of his stillness. He was a man who knew the value of things. He knew the tensile strength of steel. He knew the...

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