The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The air in the house was thick. It pressed against my skin. I could not breathe well. The shadows in the corner moved. They were not shadows. They were things. They watched me. I sat up. My body felt heavy. It felt like lead. I had been a technician for thirty years. I knew machines. I knew their hum. I knew their failure. This was different. This was...

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