Years had passed since she had ascended to her position of supreme commander of these United States of America. On the day of the inauguration, she spoke of world peace and stability, of joint prosperity with the other great nations, and of extending the hand of freedom to those still under the boot of tyranny, not through interventionist military actions, but through trade, aid, and education. War was to be a last resort. She spoke of ending the corruption that had long plagued the system, about balancing the ledger, and giving the hard-working voters a fair go at living the American dream…

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Elijah couldn’t remember ever listening to a waltz in waking life. He didn’t know how they sounded, nor how they were performed. Yet every night since the accident he dreamt of her, the Swan Lady, dancing what he somehow knew to be a waltz. She was always dressed the same way. Her face hidden by a white half-mask decorated with pearls and delicate flares rising from one side. When she span it gave the illusion of a swan taking flight. It matched her dress, her shoes, and the music…

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You recognise this place,
You’ve been here before.
It’s that nightmare again,
another encore...

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