The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The path appeared on the morning after Marguerite's funeral, though Thomas had walked that lane every Wednesday for eleven months. It was not new. It could not be new. The path was twenty years old, cut between two hedge rows in the Suffolk village where he had come to sit alone every week since she died. But this morning the chalk lines were there—thin, precise, the colour of old bone—marking...

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