The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ice broke at dawn. Not with a crack, but a sigh. A long, white exhalation from the belly of the frozen river. Thomas stood on the bank. His boots were wet. The water was black. It smelled of rot and iron. He looked at the path. It was gone. Just a smear of slush and mud where the ice had been. He had walked it for ten years. Every winter. Every single winter. He knew its weight. He knew its...

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