The Pale Path
Could the ash be real? Marlene Seidel woke with the taste of iron in her mouth, the white powder of the dream still coating her teeth. She was thirty-two, a senior chemist at the Krupp dye works, and her lungs burned with the familiar, dull ache of industrial inhalation. She needed to synthesize the final batch of "Pale Path" pigment. The pension was her only way out of the debt that held the...
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