The Pale Path
You drive the car until the map runs out of roads and the pavement gives way to the crushed gravel of a track that winds through the high desert, where the air is so thin and cold it burns the back of your throat with every breath you take, and you are looking for a ghost, a woman named Elise who left you three weeks ago with a suitcase and a look in her eye that you have spent every waking...
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