The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of iron and old paper. Marcus stood in a corridor that stretched infinitely into a gray haze, the floorboards creaking under the weight of his boots. He was a man built of stone and silence, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, his medals heavy on a chest that had learned to hold its breath. In his hand, he held a small, brass scale. It was...

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