The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The letter arrived at dawn. It was a thick envelope, cream-colored, smelling faintly of old paper and dust. I was standing in the kitchen, the linoleum cold against my bare feet. My father had died the night before. The doctor said his heart simply stopped. No pain, he claimed. A quiet exit. I did not believe him. I knew the silence of my father’s house. It was a heavy, suffocating thing. It...

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