The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The heavy, white stone sits in your palm, cold as a riverbed in winter, its surface worn smooth by decades of your father’s anxious turning of it over and over. It is a talisman he claimed was a piece of the earth itself, a fragment of the land that is now, as of this morning, no longer yours. You stand on the porch of the estate, the wood groaning under the weight of the frost, and look out at...

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