The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a suspended grey mist that clings to your skin and soaks into the wool of your uniform until the fabric feels less like cloth and more like a second, wetter self. You are sitting in the corner of the holding room, the one with the cracked linoleum floor and the window that never opens, watching the condensation trace slow, deliberate paths...

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