The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall; it hung, a grey curtain between the cobblestones and the sky, soaking into the mortar of the old university walls. I stood at the window of my study, watching the water bead on the glass, blurring the figure of my brother, Thomas, as he walked away. He carried a box. It was small, wrapped in brown paper, tied with twine. I knew what was inside. We both knew. It was the...

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