The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron key was cold in my hand, a heavy, rectangular thing that felt less like metal and more like a piece of frozen riverbank. I held it up to the light of the tallow lamp, watching the way the oil smeared across the surface, blurring the teeth that were supposed to fit the lock of the granary. It was a small thing, this key, but it carried the weight of every promise I had broken and every...

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