The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You did not write that. The words were not mine, yet they moved across the vellum with the deliberate, sliding grace of a snake crossing wet stone. I watched the ink, a deep and arterial black, pool in the grooves of the parchment, and I felt a coldness in my fingers that had nothing to do with the draft rising from the crypt. It was the smell that hit me first, before the sight of the letters,...

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