The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The porcelain cup sits on the table. It is white. It is clean. It is waiting. You look at it. Your hand shakes. You do not move. The room is small. The walls are bare plaster. The air smells of dust and old iron. This is the holding cell. It is 1892. The factory is silent outside. The gears have stopped turning. The shift is over. You are a guard. You wear a grey tunic. Your badge is brass. It...

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