The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air in the hall tasted of iron and old wax, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood before the High Court, the silence of the room pressing against my eardrums like deep water. I was not there to speak, for I had no words left that were not broken, but to be seen, to be judged by the eyes of those who had once called me kin and now viewed me as a stain upon their...

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