The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream was a mouth. Not a human mouth. Not the pink, fleshy thing that tasted strawberries or whispered secrets. It was a cavern of wet stone, vast and dark, where the air hung heavy with the scent of rotting apples and old copper. In the dream, Thomas stood on a ledge of slick slate, holding a white pill. It was impossibly large, the size of a marble, glowing with a soft, sickly...

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