The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bread was cold. It sat on the rough wooden table. The crust was hard. The crumb was dry. Margaret looked at it. She did not touch it. The room was dark. One candle burned. The flame shook. Shadows danced on the stone walls. They moved like ghosts. They moved like hands. Margaret sat in the corner. Her back was against the wall. The stone was cold. It bit into her spine. She did not move....

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