The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall of the Ironworks was not a place for silence, yet you found it in the corner where the chandeliers dipped low, their glass prisms refracting the gaslight into a million cold, sharp stars. You were not there to eat, though the smell of roasted mutton and heavy cream cakes hung thick in the air. You were there to find the coat. It was a simple thing, a woolen greatcoat of a dull,...

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