The Pale Path
The magistrate’s hand hovered over the parchment, a quill of dark goose feather trembling slightly in the chill air that seeped through the cracked windowpanes of the assize court, and it was only when the silence stretched until it became a physical weight pressing against Margaret’s eardrums that she understood, with a cold and sudden clarity that felt like breaking glass inside her own...
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