The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the foundation pit of the new mill wing, the earth damp and black under your boots, and the air is thick with a sound that is not quite sound. It is a chord, low and mournful, vibrating in the marrow of your bones. It is the note of a structure that knows it will fail. You wake with your teeth clenched, the taste of iron in your mouth, the year...

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