The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You wake in the train car, the vibration of the iron wheels rattling against your molars, a low, persistent hum that has become the rhythm of your own blood. The air is thick with the scent of coal smoke, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old blood that seems to cling to the upholstery no matter how often the porters wipe it down. You are sitting in a corner seat, your knees drawn up to your...

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