The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fire did not smell of wood, but of copper and old blood, a scent that settled into the pores of your skin like a fine, invisible dust. You stood in the center of the mill yard, the heat radiating against your face in waves that distorted the air, while the town of Oakhaven watched from the shadows of the main street, their faces pale masks in the flickering orange light. You were the...

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