The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink is dry. It has been dry for three days. The paper is soft, worn thin by the thumb of a child who has held it too long. I look at the name. It is my name. But the letters are fading. Not smudging. Fading. Like a footprint in snow under a hot sun. I am seven years old. Or maybe eight. Time is slippery here. It pools in the corners of the room. I sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress...

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