The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

He wakes in a dream of salt. The air is thick. It tastes of iron. He is on his knees. The ground is cold. It is stone. It is not stone. It is skin. He looks down. His hands are red. They are not his hands. They are wet. They are shaking. The light is gray. It has no source. It is everywhere. It is nowhere. He is in a room. The walls are white. They are clean. They are too clean. He is in a...

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