The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron breaks. It snaps with a sound like a bone giving way in a deep winter. You hold the handle in your right hand. The head flies off. It spins. It hits the mud. You do not move. Your arm is numb. The cold is in the marrow. You are on the road. The road is long. The road is gray. You carry the handle. You carry the weight. Who are you? You are Elara. You are the daughter of the miller. You...

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