The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist off the river was thick enough to chew on, a gray, damp wool that clung to the woolens of our coats and the iron wheels of the tram. We were leaving, Thomas and I, walking away from the city’s soot-stained lungs toward the wilder edges where the tracks ended and the brambles began. I was twelve, small for my age, and he was sixteen, all sharp elbows and a mouth that tasted of copper...

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