The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream was always the same. White ash falling like snow, coating the tongue, filling the lungs. Elias woke with a gasp, the sweat cold on his forehead, the bedroom dark and still. He lay there for a moment, listening to the thud of his own heart, a trapped bird beating against the cage of his ribs. It was too loud. It was too fast. He swung his legs out of bed, his feet hitting the cold...

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