The Pale Path
You are waking up in a place that has no name, a vast and silent expanse of white dust that stretches out to a horizon which refuses to resolve into mountains or trees, merely fading into a lighter shade of nothingness, a blinding, absolute absence of color that presses against your eyes with a physical weight, and you are wearing it, you are wearing the coat, the heavy, worn wool coat that...
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