The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist clings to the stone. It is thick. It is wet. It tastes of iron and old salt. You stand on the edge. The wall is here. The wall is always here. It is high. It is grey. It is the law. It is the border. It is the boundary of the permitted world. Beyond it, there is nothing. Below it, there is only the mud. You are the wall. You are the mortar. You are the stone that holds the line. This...

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