The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fire started in the grain silo, and it was you who saw the smoke first. It rose from the industrial heart of Ashworth, a grey pillar twisting against the slate sky, smelling of sulfur and scorched wheat. You stood on the porch of your small, clapboard house, the wood cold under your boots, watching the town wake up to the disaster. The air was thick with the scent of burning timber and the...

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