The Pale Path
Act I "Final entry: The lung rejects the air. The light rejects the word."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠​‍‍‍‍​‌⁠‌​​​​‌‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍⁠‍‌‌​‍​​‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​‌‍‌‌‍​​‌‍‍⁠⁠​⁠‍‍ The ink was wet and black on the parchment, but the words Sinead Tuohey wrote in her own hand did not glow. They sat there, dead and flat, while her father, the High Judge, coughed a spasm of blood onto the stone floor. He lay in the high chamber...
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