The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the yard of Blackwood Penitentiary into a slurry of mud and despair, and I stood in the center of it, shivering not from the cold but from the sheer, suffocating weight of my own silence. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last six years of my life trying to build a bridge out of this place...

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