The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a sky the color of bruised plums, a cold and relentless weight that soaked into the wool of Thomas’s coat and settled deep into the marrow of his bones, a physical substance that seemed to carry the very malice of the world with it. He walked, for he had no other choice, along the muddy track that cut through the heath, the earth sucking...

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