The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell rang. It did not chime. It shrieked. A jagged sound that tore through the damp air of the hall. I turned my back on the door. I could not look. To look was to admit that I was still here. That I was still bound by the ink in my fingers and the dust on my spine. "Go, Thomas," the Warden said. His voice was low. Dry. Like sand shifting in a dry riverbed. I did not move. My boots were...

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