The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink did not dry. That was the first wrong thing. Margaret Holloway sat at her desk in the municipal archive, the air thick with the scent of decaying lignin and dust. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, barred windows of the old waterworks building. It was a gray, industrial morning, the kind that pressed against the soul like a damp woolen glove. She was a clerk. A mid-level...

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