The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The name is called out from the top of the stairs, a dry crack of authority that echoes down the stone throat of the building. "Vane. Get down here." It is not a question, nor a request, but the sound of a door closing. I am thirty years old, and my hands shake so badly that the three silver coins in my palm clatter against the brass counter like loose teeth. I count them twice, then a third...

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