The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud is cold against your breastplate. It smells of iron and rot, a scent so ancient it seems to belong to the earth’s own memory. You are holding the line, but the line is a fiction. There is no line. There is only the gap where the wall used to be, and the wet, shivering things that pour through it like water from a broken dam. They have no faces. They are merely the absence of faces,...

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