The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel of the coastal road into a slurry of grey mud that clung to the soles of your boots like wet ash. You stood at the edge of the cliff, where the land ended and the churning Atlantic began, and watched the horizon dissolve into a curtain of white mist. It was a boundary, this line between the solid earth and the infinite void, and you...

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