The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wine, a cloying perfume that hung heavy in the air, thick enough to taste on the tongue. We sat at the long mahogany table, our hands stained with grease, our faces flushed with the heat of the room and the intensity of the conversation. It was a night designed for celebration, a gathering of the city’s most influential minds to honor the...

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