The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Orphanage smelled of boiled cabbage and wet wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that seemed to seep into the very plaster of the walls and settle into the hair of the children who sat in rigid rows, their hands folded in their laps with the precise, terrifying discipline of those who had learned long ago that movement was a currency they could not afford to...

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