The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The silk was wet. It clung to my throat like a second skin, cold and slick. I pulled at it, but the knot held. It had been there since childhood, a gift from my sister, Elara, before the fever took her. Now it was frayed at the edges, the pale blue thread unraveling into gray dust. "Loosen it," the Guard said. His voice was flat. Bored. I did not look up. I kept my eyes on the floor of the...

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