The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You walk. The road is grey. It is a long road. You are seven. You have a map. It is old. The paper is soft. The ink is faded. You hold it tight. Your fingers are cold. The wind is sharp. It cuts your face. You do not stop. You must find the gate. The gate is white. It is high. It stands alone. No walls. No guards. Just the gate. And the field behind it. The field is empty. The grass is dead....

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