The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost had settled into the mortar of the old apothecary like a fine, white powder, a substance that felt less like weather and more like a slow, creeping paralysis of the stone itself. Elara sat on the cold floor, her back pressed against the heavy oak shelf that held the jars of dried lavender and crushed bone, the air in the room so still and dense that it seemed to possess a physical...

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