The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog came in thick. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. I walked. My boots were heavy. They were caked in mud. I did not look down. I looked at the trees. They stood still. They were dark. They were watching. I was a thief. I had stolen bread. I had stolen wool. I had stolen the light from a window. I carried a sack. It was heavy. It was full of sin. I did not know what was inside. I only...

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