The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, a black stain against the white paper that looked like a bruise. I read the words, and the weight of them settled into my bones, heavier than the iron keys I carried on my belt. It was a summons, not from the court, but from the house itself, a final notice that the winter had come to collect its due. I signed it with a hand that did not tremble,...

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