The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The cage was cold. It smelled of wet iron and old bone. I held the bird. It was not a bird, not anymore. It was a shard of glass, a splinter of something that used to be alive. My father had given it to me when he was young. He said it was a spirit. He said if you held it tight enough, you could hear the wind. I held it tight. The glass bit into my palm. I did not let go. The room was small....

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