The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Margaret woke with the taste of copper in her mouth. The city hummed. A low, electric thrum. It lived in the walls. It lived in the floorboards. It lived in her bones. She sat up. The sheets were cold. Damp. Her hands trembled. She looked at them. The skin was thin. Translucent. Veins like blue rivers under ice. On the pillow lay a single coin. Silver. Old. Heavy. It was not there before. She...

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