The Pale Path
"Did you see what he did to the files?" The smell hit Elias before the sight did, a sharp, metallic tang like old pennies left in a tin, mixed with the damp, rotting scent of the basement archives. It was the smell of the Pale Path. He stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Records, his shoes squeaking on the wet tile, watching the dust motes swirl in the thin beam of light that cut through...
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