The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hall was warm. Too warm. The air smelled of roasted meat and old stone. Candlelight flickered on the vaulted ceiling. It was high. So high. The dust motes danced in the beams. They were golden. They were silent. Margaret stood at the edge of the room. She held her cup. Her hands shook. A fine tremor. A constant thing. She was old. Her skin was thin. It stretched tight over the bones. The...

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