The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

It is the damp. That is what I told her, when she lifted her head from the pillow, her cheeks hollowed out by the wasting sickness that had held her for three months. The light in the room was thin, a grey wash that did not reach the corners, and the air tasted of sulfur and old ash. I stood by the bed, my hands still smelling of the chemicals I had used, my fingers trembling not from cold but...

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