The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog came in low. It swallowed the porch. It swallowed the door. We stood there. I stood there. You did not. You are gone. You have always been gone. The air is thick. It tastes of iron. It tastes of old rain. I am the scholar. I am the keeper of words. I am the fool. I wrote your name in the dust. I wrote it in the snow. I wrote it in the blood of the page. I thought I could pin you. I...

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