The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The jar sits on the counter. It is a heavy thing, glass thick as ice, filled with a substance that is neither quite honey nor quite resin. It pulses with a faint, bioluminescent hum. You know what it is. You have always known. But knowing it is a different thing than looking at it without flinching. The rain hits the tin roof of the mill in a steady, rhythmic thrum. It is the sound of the town....

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