The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

"Sign here. The ink is still wet on the previous page, so do not breathe on it." Leila Rahal did not breathe. She stood in the municipal office, a room that smelled of damp wool and the sharp, chemical bite of iron gall ink, watching the clerk’s hand tremble slightly as he guided her to the line. The clock on the wall, the only timepiece in a house of none, ticked with a heavy, wooden...

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