The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curling slightly from the damp air of the infirmary, and I signed it with a hand that felt strangely foreign, the ink drying black and permanent before my eyes. It was a list of prices, dictated by the Chancellor’s secretary, detailing the cost of my silence: five hundred pounds for the release of my assistant, Thomas, and the immediate cessation of...

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