The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Act I In Penang, the salt marshes turned silver at dusk, a light so flat and uniform it seemed to erase the distinction between water and sky. Wira bin Omar woke with the taste of clay in his mouth, the grit of the cracked pot still lodged between his teeth, a sensation that persisted despite the dryness of his tongue. He was forty-two, a fact he checked against the reflection in the bathroom...

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