The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain hits the glass like static. You are asleep. You are not. The distinction is academic here. The air tastes of ozone and wet wool. You wear the uniform. It is heavy. The fabric is coarse. It scratches your neck. You know the weight of it. You know the cut of the cloth. It is a long coat. Dark blue. The buttons are brass. They are cold against your palm. You hold them tight. You stand at...

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