The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and damp wool. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, thick and persistent. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands resting flat on the grain. The wood was cold. It had always been cold. Across from me, the faculty deans ate with a vigor that bordered on the predatory. They chewed. They swallowed. They spoke in overlapping...

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