The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You dream of the gate. It is not a gate of iron, nor of stone, but of pale wood, worn smooth by centuries of hands that are no longer there to touch it. You stand before it in the dream. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and old paper. You hold the key. It is heavy, cold, and it bites into your palm. You know you must open it. You know what lies beyond is not freedom, but the end of...

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