The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream is always the same: a corridor of white stone, endless and cold, where the air tastes of iron and old rain. You are standing at the end of it, your left hand raised, the knuckles split and weeping, and a figure in a grey dress stands before you, her face a blank, smooth oval of bone. She does not speak. She only looks at your hand with an expression that is not fear, but a profound,...

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