The Pale Path
The boundary line was drawn in chalk. It ran straight through the center of the courtyard, a thin white vein against the gray concrete. Elias stood on one side. The line was cold to the touch, if one imagined it had temperature. It was a path that did not lead anywhere. It was a border that separated nothing from everything. He had been standing there for three hours. The sun was high and...
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