The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train does not stop at the platform where the fire began. You are standing on the gravel shoulder, miles from the nearest town, watching the smoke rise in a column so dark it looks like a bruise in the sky. The air tastes of sulfur and old iron, a metallic tang that coats your tongue and settles in the back of your throat. You are a sergeant, or at least you wore the insignia until the...

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