The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and iron. You sat at the far end of the long table, your hands folded in your lap. They were rough hands. Calloused. The skin was mapped with scars that looked like dry riverbeds. You held the object. It was small. A sphere of glass. It was cold. It was heavy. It was cracked. You had made it. You had blown it. You had shaped it in the furnace of your...

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