The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fire started in the archives. It ate the paper. It ate the dust. It ate the silence. I stood outside. I watched the smoke. It was thick. It was black. It curled like a serpent. It wrapped around the roofline. The building groaned. The glass shattered. Rain fell. The rain hit the flames. Steam rose. It looked like ghosts. It looked like prayers. I did not move. I could not move. My legs were...

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