The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate groans, a sound like a bone snapping under the weight of centuries, and you are already inside the breach before the dust settles. The air tastes of copper and burnt ozone, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to clear. You are not a soldier in the conventional sense, not any longer, for the uniform you wear is woven from the static of the grid, a...

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