The Pale Path
Act I Vera Cermak knew the weight of a life before it was born, measured in the tension of a cervix and the cold of iron. She stood in the back room of the settlement house, the air heavy with boiled wool and antiseptic, while the Pale Path coiled outside the window like a snake of white mist. It was a road visible only to the dying, or those who had made peace with their own end, and tonight...
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