The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass bell above the door of the apothecary did not ring when I entered. It had been silent for three days, a small, metallic tombstone marking the end of an era that no one else seemed to mourn. I stood in the center of the room, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and decaying paper, my hands trembling at my sides. The light from the high window was pale, a wash of grey milk...

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