The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron taste of blood was the first thing I noticed, followed by the rhythmic, wet sound of my own breathing, which seemed too loud for the silence of the cell. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and old rust, a heavy, industrial miasma that clung to the lungs. I sat on the cold concrete floor, my back against the unyielding wall, and looked at my hands. They were trembling, not...

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