The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

"You’re late, Kael." Ofelia Fuentes did not look up from the chisel biting into the granite. The light was low, slanting orange across the pampas, turning the dry grass into a field of copper wire. Her hands, steady for twenty years, trembled now with a palsy that felt like a second pulse, a frantic bird beating against the bone of her wrist. She was forty-two, and the border path was eroding,...

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