The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The morning my sister left for the convent, the frost on the windowpane had formed into a shape that looked exactly like a hand reaching out for help, and I remember thinking that it was a sign, a warning from the gods that we were bound to each other in ways that no stone wall or iron gate could sever, but I was young then, and I did not understand that the frost was only the air trying to...

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