The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You leave the orphanage on a Tuesday. It is raining. The sky is the color of wet ash. You are twelve. You have nothing but a coat that smells of mildew and a notebook. The notebook is thin. It is your only possession. You hold it tight against your chest. Your fingers are white. The door is heavy. It groans as it swings open. Mrs. Gable stands in the hallway. She is tall. She wears a gray...

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