The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You wake in the cold, not with a start, but with a slow, heavy settling of the soul into the flesh, as if the body had been a vessel left to fill with rain while you were elsewhere, dreaming of wings. The dream is already fading, a pale mist burning off the horizon of your mind. It was a dream of flight, of feathers that were not feathers but scales, iridescent and sharp, catching a light that...

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