The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream was always the same texture, a cold, white silence that pressed against the back of my eyes until I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth. I was holding Mara’s hand, but it was not skin; it was porcelain, thin and translucent, with a hairline fracture running from her wrist to her knuckles. I had been holding it for hours, perhaps days, feeling the brittleness of her pulse, a...

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