The Pale Verdict
The road ends where the fog begins. You stand at the edge of the precipice. The wind is cold. It bites the skin. It knows your name. It knows your sins. You are here to die. Or to be judged. The distinction is thin. It is thinner than ice. It is thinner than breath. You look at the path behind you. It is long. It is gray. It is dust. You have walked it for years. You have walked it until the...
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