The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The sound of the glass breaking was a wet, sharp snap that cut through the silence of the apothecary. Zaynab Haddad did not flinch. She looked down at her palm, where the shards of the vial were biting into the meat of her hand, mixing the red of her blood with the dark, viscous opium tincture. The smell was thick, heavy, and sweet, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. She...

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