The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The sky split open before the sun had risen. It did not tear. It peeled. The blue fabric of the morning frayed at the edges, revealing a void beneath that was not black but a white so absolute it hurt to look at. I stood in the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude, my hands trembling against the cold stone wall. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. I was a prisoner of my own making, or so I...

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