The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The furnace ticked. It was a rhythmic, metallic sound. It filled the house. We lived in the shadow of the mill. The smoke hung low. It was gray and thick. It smelled of sulfur. It tasted of ash on the tongue. Elias sat by the window. He held a cup of tea. The liquid was cold. He did not drink it. He watched the yard. A single tree stood there. It was a birch. Its bark was white. It peeled in...

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