The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost on the windowpane was thick enough to write on. You traced the line of the garden wall, a pale, jagged thing in the white silence. Inside, the house held its breath. The air smelled of dried lavender and old paper, the scent of things kept too long, too safe. You sat in the high-backed chair by the dead fire, your hands folded in your lap, waiting for the door to open. It did not...

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