The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wine was red as old blood. It pooled on the white tablecloth. Elias wiped it with a napkin. He smiled. It was a thin smile. "You poured too much," said Clara. "I poured exactly what I wanted to," Elias said. He raised his glass. "To the house." Clara drank. The glass was crystal. It caught the light. It shattered the light into tiny stars. "Is it finished?" she asked. "Not yet," he said....

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