The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The champagne was warm, a thick and syrupy gold that coated the back of your throat, and the crystal chandelier above you buzzed with a low, electric hum that felt less like sound and more like a pressure against the temples. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, a man suspended in amber, watching the guests drift through the air like deep-sea creatures in a dark, pressurized void. They...

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