The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

"Thirty-two years on the force, and you still can’t keep a cart from tipping," the foreman spat, wiping rain from his brow. I stood in the mud of the market square, my uniform soaked through, the weight of my service satchel dragging at my shoulder. The crowd had dispersed, leaving only the wet cobbles and the lingering, cloying scent of rotting lilies that clung to my throat like a physical...

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