The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain against the leaded glass of the workshop was a rhythmic, wet percussion, a sound that had been the backdrop to your life for forty years, yet today it felt like a countdown. You stood before the Grand Orrery, the great brass and steel contraption that consumed the center of the room, and your hands, which had once moved with the certainty of a surgeon’s, now trembled with a fine,...

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