The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey mist that clung to the bristles of the old fox terrier named Silas, whose coat had lost its luster years ago, worn thin by the damp and the relentless, grinding passage of time that eroded not just the flesh of the dog but the very architecture of the city they inhabited. Silas stood at the edge of the pavement, his paws splayed on the...

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