The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old quarter into a slurry of mud and broken glass, and in the center of this deluge stood the town hall, its windows glowing with a warmth that felt less like comfort and more like a fever. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear that...

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