The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in Oakhaven had a metallic taste, a sharp tang of rust and coal smoke that coated the back of Elias Vane’s throat. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the Town Hall, his hands trembling not from the chill of the November air, but from the hollow ache in his chest. Inside, the council waited. Outside, the gas lamps flickered against the wet cobblestones, casting long, wavering...

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