The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The morning mist clings to the stone ramparts of the Bastion, a cold, damp veil that muffles the sound of the world beyond. You stand at the parapet, your hands resting on the rough-hewn granite, feeling the vibration of the earth through your boots. It is a vibration that has become familiar, a low-frequency hum that resonates in the marrow of your bones, the same frequency as the artillery...

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