The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The uniform was a ghost. That is the only way to describe it. It did not hang on a hook. It did not lie in a drawer. It was woven into the air of the facility, a translucent shroud that clung to Margaret’s skin whenever she stepped inside the white-walled corridors of the St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Realignment. It was a sleeveless tunic, pale as bone, cut from a fabric that smelled of...

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