The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The shrapnel hits the glass. It does not shatter. It bounces. You feel the vibration in your teeth. It is a cold, metallic hum. You are in the observation deck. The air is sterile. It smells of ozone and old paper. Below, the factory floor churns. The gears turn. The pistons pump. It is a machine of war. You are the operator. You are the soul of the machine. Your name is Elias. You do not...

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