The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The glass cracks. You hear it before you see it. A thin, high-pitched shriek, like a bird snapping its neck. The reflection in the window shatters. Not the glass. The image. Your face fractures into a hundred jagged shards. Each piece holds a different age. A child. A young man. A old man with eyes full of dust. You are in the office. It is 1924. The radiator clanks. The air smells of coal...

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