The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The champagne flute felt heavier in my hand than it had any right to be, the crystal trembling slightly as I tried to keep the ice from clinking against the rim. Around the long mahogany table, the laughter of the assembled lawyers and distant cousins rang out like the ticking of a dozen different clocks, a cacophony that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I was forty years old, standing in the...

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