The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The smell of the kiln hit me first. Not the sweet, roasting scent of coffee in the morning room, but a sharp, sulfurous bite that coated the back of my throat. I woke with my mouth full of ash. It was a dream, or a memory, or a curse. I did not know which. I stood in the center of the Hall of Clay, the great institution where we all spent our lives shaping the earth into obedience. The air was...

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