The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain falls not as water but as a fine, grey dust that settles into the creases of your skin and the folds of your collar, a persistent particulate that seems to have no origin in the sky above the moors, only a relentless, indifferent persistence that turns the heather into a bruised purple smear and the path beneath your boots into a slick, treacherous ribbon of mud. You are walking, you...

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