The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream was always the same, a recurring architecture of silence that Martin had come to dread with a visceral, physical recoil. He would stand in the center of the kitchen, the linoleum cold and slick beneath his bare feet, while the house around him expanded, the walls breathing in slow, tidal rhythms. In the dream, he did not speak. He could not. His mouth was sealed shut by an invisible,...

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