The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You tell him you are leaving. It is a Tuesday. The rain has been falling for three days, a thin, grey sheet that blurs the edges of the city until the buildings look like watercolors left out in the wash. You are standing in the doorway of your workshop, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old dust. He is sitting on the stool in the center of the room, his hands resting on his knees,...

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