The Pale Path
You stand at the edge of the wire. The air tastes like iron and old rain. It is cold here. Colder than it should be. You are a man. You are a badge. You are the law. But the law is broken. You know this now. You have always known it. You just could not say it out loud. The man across from you is tall. He wears a suit that costs more than your yearly salary. His face is smooth. He looks bored....
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