The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the grey, suffocating sky, a persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old city, turning the world into a blur of wet stone and damp wool. I walked with my hands deep in the pockets of a coat that had once been fine, now merely a ragged thing held together by memory and stubbornness, my fingers numb not from the cold but from the...

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