The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The soot in the air of the Blackwood Ironworks had a taste, metallic and thick, like blood on the tongue, and you knew it was settling into the pores of your skin even as you scrubbed at your cuffs with the stiff bristle brush. It was November, 1912, and the rain against the high, narrow windows of the office was not water but a gray slurry that blurred the world outside into a smear of mud and...

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