The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The chandelier in the Whitmore Hall was a forest of crystal, refracting the gaslight into a thousand fractured stars that danced across the soot-stained faces of the guests. Elara stood near the pillar, holding a glass of sherry she had not sipped, her fingers white-knuckled against the stem as she watched the industrialists laugh. She needed the patent. The mill was bleeding money, and without...

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