The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I dreamed of the white line. It stretched out before me, endless and sharp. It cut through the dark grass of my memory. I woke with my mouth dry. The air in the office was still. It smelled of dust and old paper. My name is Thomas. I am forty years old. I work here. This is my home. My wife is Martha. She waits for me at home. She loves me with a fire that never goes out. I feel it in her...

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