The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You wake in a house that smells of wet wool and ozone. The air is thick, heavy with the static charge of a storm that refuses to break. You are standing in the center of the kitchen. It is a large, cold room. Tiled floors. White walls. The clock on the wall ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. It is the only sound. You know what you have to do. You have been here before. In the dream, you are always here....

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