The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The gavel struck the oak table with a finality that vibrated up through the soles of my shoes, a physical shock that traveled from my feet to my trembling hands, which I had clasped behind my back to hide the palsy that had begun to seize my fingers in the chill of the council chamber. I stood before the five men who held the fate of the Blackwater Mill in their collective, indifferent hands,...

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