The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost bites at your knuckles as you drag the iron bar across the threshold, a sound like a scream torn from a throat that has forgotten how to speak. You are not alone in this gray, suspended silence. The air here tastes of copper and old rain, thick enough to chew, a physical weight that presses against your lungs with the insistence of a lover who refuses to let you go. You are a prisoner...

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