The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream arrived not as a whisper, but as a physical weight, a heavy cloak of damp wool draped over the shoulders of Thomas Bradshaw, who stood in the center of the great, rotting atrium of the city’s oldest exchange. In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of brine and old paper, and the light that filtered through the stained-glass clerestory above was the pale, sickly yellow of old...

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