The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost came in at dawn. It crept over the garden fence, biting through the dry leaves, turning the world white and silent. Margaret stood at the kitchen window. Her breath fogged the glass. She wiped it away with a sleeve. The cold was in her bones. It had been there for months. Maybe years. The house was small. Stone walls. A single hearth. The air smelled of damp wool and woodsmoke....

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