The Pale Path

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2026-08-19 01:29:19 -

The Pale Path

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. The air in the studio was still, thick with the smell of linseed oil and old paper. It was three in the morning. The only light came from the streetlamp outside, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. I sat up. My joints ached. A dull, persistent ache, like rust in a hinge. I looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. The second hand...

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