The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the kind of flavor that lingers when you have bitten into a raw wound or breathed in the air of a tomb that has been sealed for too long, and I knew with a certainty that was as cold and sharp as the iron bars in the window of my cell that I had not been dreaming, but had rather been displaced, plucked from the fabric of a Tuesday...

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