The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink was dry, yet the letters deepened. I watched the ghostly script bleed into the vellum, a phenomenon the council dismissed as chemical variance, but my hands trembled as I traced the lines. I needed to finish this commission by Friday, or the city archive would seize our studio. Clara sat across from me, her face tight with the same silent fear I felt. She did not look at the page. She...

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