The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The smell hits you first. It is not the scent of gunpowder, though the air is thick with it. It is not the copper tang of blood, though the floor is slick with it. It is the scent of yeast. Of bread baking in a hot oven. Of sweet, rising dough. You are on your knees. Your uniform is torn at the shoulder. The fabric is dark with sweat and something darker. You hold your rifle, but the stock is...

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