The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate shrieked against its rusted pivot, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, and I stood in the courtyard of the St. Jude’s Reformatory, holding the ledger to my chest as if it were a shield. The air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat, but my attention was fixed on the small, faded ink stamp pressed into the corner of the page:...

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