The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The snow is deep. You walk. Your boots sink. Thud. Thud. The cold is a knife. It cuts your skin. It cuts your lungs. You are a soldier. You are alone. The trees are white ghosts. They stand still. They watch you. You carry a rifle. It is heavy. It is useless. You carry a memory. It is heavier. It is alive. You look for him. His name is Elias. He was your brother. Not by blood. By oath. By...

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