The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Act I "Entry 42. The fog holds at the ridge. Visibility: nil. Temperature: dropping." The words were scratched into the leather cover of my notebook with a stylus that had lost its point. I wrote them because the silence was too loud, a physical pressure against the eardrums that made the air feel thick as wet wool. I am Marguerite Marchand, and I am forty-two years old, though the mirror in my...

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