The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The suspension notice lay on the desk, the paper thin and brittle under the fluorescent hum. You signed it. The ink bled slightly into the fiber, a dark bruise forming where your signature should have been clean. Outside, the wind stripped the last leaves from the elms lining the bridge approach, the sound a dry, rhythmic screech against the concrete railing. You were thirty-two years old, and...

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