The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The light in the reclamation yard was the color of old iron, and I knew then that the lease was up. I stood among the husks of dead engines, the air heavy with rust and ozone. The storm had taken the power three days ago, and the town sat in a silence so heavy it felt like pressure on the eardrums. I checked the pocket of my uniform for the silver brooch. It was cold. It had been cold for two...

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