The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron breath of the machine tasted of rust and ozone, a metallic tang that coated your tongue as you stood in the center of the great hall. The floor was a mosaic of shattered mirrors, reflecting a thousand fractured versions of yourself, each one trembling with the same desperate, violent pulse. You were not here to dance, though the air hummed with the phantom rhythm of a waltz that had...

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