The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Mara walked the glass. It hummed beneath her boots, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated up through her shinbones and settled in the teeth. The air was thin here, sharp with the scent of ozone and old paper. To her left, the void did not exist. Instead, a wall of swirling grey mist rose, blocking the horizon. To her right, the same mist. The path was a ribbon of fractured crystal, suspended in...

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