The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The consent form lay on the tray, the ink still wet and glistening under the harsh fluorescent hum of Room 404, and I signed it with a hand that did not tremble, though the pen felt slick and greasy between my fingers, as if it were coated in the same viscous fluid that pooled in the corners of the room. I am Elias, thirty-two, a night-shift nurse at St. Jude’s, and I want to keep my wife,...

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