The Pale Path
I have spent the last three days walking the spine of the valley, a ribbon of grey gravel that cuts through the dense, weeping firs like a scar that refuses to heal, and I have come to understand that the silence here is not an absence of sound but a presence so heavy and suffocating that it presses against the eardrums with the weight of wet earth, and as I trudge forward, my boots sinking...
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