The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall; it descended, a heavy, gray curtain that erased the horizon of the mill town, leaving only the rhythmic thrum of the looms and the smell of wet wool and coal smoke. You stood before the mirror in the barracks, your hands trembling as you fastened the silver buttons of your dress uniform. The fabric was stiff, a pale, ghostly white that seemed to absorb the dim light of...

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