The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The silver needle of the compass trembled in its glass dome, a faint, mechanical shiver that seemed to resonate in the hollows of my chest. I sat in the cramped office of the Ministry of Records, the stone walls pressing in with the cold, damp weight of centuries, and I polished the tarnished metal until my thumb bled against the rim. I was forty-two, a man who had spent twenty years cataloging...

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