The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air tasted of copper and old stone. It was a taste Elias had known for forty years, the metallic tang of fear that clung to the back of his throat. He stood in the center of the room, though "room" was a generous term for the void. The floor was not wood or tile. It was a seamless expanse of pale, translucent matter, like bone left in the sun for a century. It pulsed faintly beneath his...

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