The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron lung of the factory did not sleep, it breathed, a vast, mechanical respiration that sucked the air from the lungs of the town and exhaled a gray, sulfurous sigh that settled upon the rooftops like a shroud woven from the very dust of our labor, and I stood in the center of the machine room, my hands wrapped around the cold, vibrating railing, feeling the tremor of the pistons travel up...

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