The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The surveyor’s tape hung heavy in my hand, a bright yellow ribbon against the gray expanse of the moor, marking the distance between where I stood and the property line that had been contested for three generations. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the air feels less like an atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. I am a man of...

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