The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell rang at six. It was not a sound. It was a fracture in the air. You stood at the window. The glass was cold. It bit into your palm. You were a man of logic. Of equations. Of clean lines. The war had not touched you. Not yet. You believed in the shield of intellect. You believed in the distance between the mind and the meat. Your mother sat in the chair. Her hands were still. Too still....

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