The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The porcelain bowl had always been white, an infinite and blinding expanse of silence that stretched out before me like the frozen surface of a lake in the dead of winter, and in that dream, which was not a dream but a waking life so dense with sensory detail that it felt more real than the waking world I had left behind, I stood in the center of a vast, sterile institution where the air was...

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