The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I woke with the taste of copper and cold ash on my tongue, a sensation so vivid it felt less like a memory and more like a physical weight pressing against the roof of my mouth. In the dream, I was holding a shard of bone in my hand, not a weapon, but a piece of myself, jagged and white and screaming with a sound I could not hear but felt vibrating in the marrow of my own arms. I opened my eyes...

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