The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I dreamed of the ink. It was not black, but a deep, bruised violet, pooling in the crevices of my bones. I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the sight of the word *betrayal* etched into the air before me, shimmering like heat haze. It faded as the grey light of the Scottish Highlands crept through the window. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. I study the decay of matter. I believe in atoms, in...

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