The Pale Path
Chapter One Astrid Forsberg’s oxygen subscription ran out on the third day of the ferry crossing, a fact that settled in her chest like a stone before the engine’s hum could mask the silence of her own breathing. She stood at the rail, watching the Stockholm archipelago dissolve into the grey mist of the third generation, the water below them a dark, churning thing that smelled of iron and old...
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