The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Three hundred and twelve days. That is how long the white ash has been falling in the dream, covering the old farmhouse in a soft, silent snow that smells of wet chalk. You wake with the taste of it on your tongue, dry and cloying, before your eyes adjust to the gray light of the bunk in the patrol station. You are Elias, thirty-two, a border patrol officer with a promotion pending, a promotion...

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