The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall; it hung. It suspended in the air like a fine, grey mist, a veil that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharp corners of my despair. I stood at the center of the square, the cobblestones slick and black beneath my boots, and I waited for the end. The sky above was a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that seemed to breathe. They pulsed with a slow, rhythmic...

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