The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The heavy brass key to the apothecary’s front door hung in Elara’s palm, cold and biting into the flesh of her thumb. It was a small, unremarkable object, yet it carried the weight of the last three years, the rust of Thomas’s bedframe, and the sour, metallic taste of the herbal decoctions she had brewed until her fingers were stained the color of bruised plums. Outside, the mist of Oakhaven...

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