The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not yet broken, but the air in the yard was heavy, saturated with the scent of wet loam and the metallic tang of approaching steel. I stood by the truck, checking the straps on my gear for the third time, my hands steady despite the hollow ache in my chest. At seven, Clara clutched the hem of my uniform, her small fingers trembling against the rough wool, while my father, Thomas,...

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