The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Act I The harbor of Warsaw hummed with the low, grinding friction of chains and pulleys, a sound that vibrated through the soles of one’s boots and settled in the teeth. It was the first frost, early and sharp, turning the cobblestones slick and the breath of the workers into small, white ghosts that hung in the air before dissolving. I stood on the corner of thirty-one of the Rope Walk,...

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