The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold and relentless gray curtain that erased the horizon and merged the sky with the earth outside the window. I sat in the center of the room, my back against the heavy oak door, my hands resting on my knees, waiting for the sound of boots that had not come. The silence was not empty; it was thick, pressurized, a physical weight that sat upon my...

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