The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ledger was cold, the kind of cold that seeps into the knuckles and stays. It lay on the steel table, its spine cracked, the pages stiff with age and the particular humidity of the basement vault. I held it up to the fluorescent light, and there they were: the ink-ghosts. They floated in the margin, pale and shifting, like smoke trapped in glass. I had been staring at them for an hour,...

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