The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The reprimand letter lay on the mahogany desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp autumn air that seeped through the high, arched windows of the Meridian & Sons accounting firm. I, Arthur Vane, a clerk of thirty-four years with ink permanently stained into the whorls of my fingerprints, held the pen above the signature line, my hand trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, crushing...

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