The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dampness of the cell seeps into the marrow of your left hand, a cold that has nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the slow, inevitable decay of the flesh that once held power. You sit on the straw, your wrists bound by chains that are not of iron but of a heavy, silvery silence, and you listen to the rhythmic dripping of water from the stone ceiling, each drop a...

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