The Pale Path
The coat is heavy. It hangs on the back of the chair. It is your coat. You touch the wool. It is cold. The house is quiet. The rain taps the glass. You are alone. The silence has weight. It presses on your chest. You breathe. The air is thin. You look at the door. The wood is dark. The grain is deep. You remember the smell of pine. You remember the wind. You remember the cold. You are a...
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