The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream always begins with the taste of dry ash, a gritty, grey powder that coats the tongue and settles in the throat like a fine silt, a taste that I have come to know better than the flavor of any living thing, for in Oakhaven, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of rotting grain and the shadows seem to whisper my name in a language older than the mill itself, food is not merely...

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