The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The blade snaps. It breaks clean in your hand. Shards of steel. You drop them. They clatter on the stone floor. Cold. So cold. You stand in the center of the hall. The dust hangs in the air. Still. Unmoving. You are a soldier. Or you were. Now you are only a man with bleeding palms. The room is large. High ceilings. Beams of dark oak. Victorian. Industrial age. Steam pipes run along the walls....

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