The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in silver sheets, turning the cobblestones of Ashwood into a mirror of the grey sky above. I walked with my head down, the weight of my coat pulling at my shoulders. The coat was heavy. It was wool, thick and dark, stitched with a lining of pale silk that had once belonged to a woman I no longer remembered. Or perhaps I had chosen to forget. The...

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