The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hall smelled of damp wool and stale beer, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat like the memory of a bad argument. It was the annual harvest supper for the parish, a ritual that had outlived the harvest itself, transforming the old grain silo into a temple of communal obligation and quiet resentment. Margaret stood near the far wall, her arms crossed over her chest,...

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