The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You are holding the coat. It is red. Not the bright, arterial red of a wound, but the deep, bruised crimson of old wine spilled on white marble. You are holding it in your left hand. Your right hand is empty. Your right hand is shaking. You are standing in the middle of the wet pavement. The rain is not falling. It is hovering. Suspended in the air like a million tiny needles waiting to be...

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