The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream was always the same: a corridor of pale, shifting light where a single white silk glove hung suspended in the air, trembling as if caught in a draft that did not exist. Arthur woke with the fabric’s phantom weight still clinging to his small hand, the smell of lavender and decay thick in his throat, and he knew with the cold certainty of a child that he had not truly slept but had...

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