The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost had not yet broken on the windowpane, a jagged white lace that wept slowly against the cold glass, when you realized that the clock in the hall had stopped, not with a sudden, violent shudder, but with a quiet, terminal exhale, as if the mechanism itself had grown too weary to continue the tedious, rhythmic act of measuring the hours that were rapidly draining from your life, leaving...

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