The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink on the ledger line was still wet when the scent hit her. It was sharp, green, and impossibly sweet, like a flower opening in a room with no windows. Sheena Sutherland stared at the column of figures, her eyes burning from the soot in the air, the smell cutting through the heavy stench of wet wool and oil. She knew the scent. It meant the warp thread was about to snap, a warning that had...

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