The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had stopped. But the mud remained. It clung to her boots, a cold, heavy weight that dragged with every step. She walked alone. The road was gray. The sky was gray. The trees were bare. They stood like old men waiting for a verdict that would never come. Her name was Clara. Or it used to be. Now it was just a sound. A label. She did not think of it often. Thinking was a luxury. Thinking...

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