The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You hold the silver clasp. It burns. Your fingers are black with soot and blood. The iron gate is behind you. The fire is in front of you. You are in the city of Ash. It is a place that exists only in the space between breaths. The sky is the color of bruised plums. The stones are cold and wet. You do not look back. You cannot. Thomas stands before you. He wears a crown of thorns that he made...

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