The Pale Path
The rain has not stopped for three days, and it is you who are listening to the water hammering against the single, grimy window of the office, a sound that seems to vibrate through the floorboards and settle directly into the marrow of your left ankle. You are a clerk, a man of modest means and even more modest ambitions, and yet you sit here in the heart of the industrial district, surrounded...
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