The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wool of my greatcoat, a heavy, dark thing that had once belonged to my father and before him to his, sat upon my shoulders like a second skin, so intimate that I could no longer tell where the fabric ended and the flesh of my back began, a tangible weight that grounded me in the wet, slushy reality of the village square where the winter light hung low and gray, threatening to dissolve into...

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