The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost has not yet melted from the garden, a thin, crystalline skin that crunches beneath your boots with the sound of breaking promises. You are seven, or perhaps eight, though time in the village of Oakhaven has always moved with the sluggish, deliberate grace of a river in winter. You walk the path behind the manor, where the birch trees stand like pale sentinels, their white bark peeling...

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