The Pale Path

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 02:29:30 -

The Pale Path

The frost had taken the valley. I stood alone on the ridge. The wind was a thin blade. It cut through my wool. My hands were numb. I held the notebook tight. The paper was cold. I looked down. The path was white. It looked like bone. I had come to find the fox. No, that was a lie. I had come to find the silence. I thought if I walked far enough, I would leave my mind behind. I was a scholar of...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews