The Pale Path

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2026-08-20 15:18:15 -

The Pale Path

He woke with the taste of copper on his tongue. The room was white. Too white. The light did not come from the sun. It hummed. It pressed against the glass of the window like a living thing. Elias lay still. He counted his breaths. One. Two. Three. He sat up. The sheets twisted around his legs. They were cold. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He closed them into fists. He opened them....

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