The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The porcelain cup in your hand is not merely a vessel for tea; it is the skin of your soul, thin and trembling against the porcelain warmth that seeps into your cold, blue-veined fingers. You sit in the corner of the infirmary, a room that smells of boiled linseed, stale lavender, and the metallic tang of iron dust that hangs in the air like a perpetual, invisible fog. The walls are painted a...

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