The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost came down like a hammer. It broke the glass. It broke the world. I watched it happen from the window. My hands were cold. My mind was sharp. I am a man of letters. I know the history of ice. I know the chemistry of decay. But I did not know this cold. It was not just weather. It was a presence. It had weight. It had intent. It pressed against the pane of my study, a white, hungry...

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