The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost on the windowpane has turned to a thick, opaque skin of white, blinding the glass until the world outside is nothing but a suggestion of grey and shadow, and you stand in the center of the room, holding the heavy oak doorframe in your hands as if it were a living thing that might snap and kill you if you let go, for you are a man of wood and iron and sweat, a carpenter of the old ways...

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