The Pale Path

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2026-08-19 01:28:18 -

The Pale Path

The hall smelled of burnt sugar and stale beer. We were packed into the Community Center in Oakhaven, sweating through our cheap suits, listening to the Mayor drone on about the new zoning laws. I sat near the back, nursing a plastic cup of something brown and cold. My name is Silas. I am a thief. I have been a thief for thirty years. I am good at it. I am not proud of it, but I am not ashamed...

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