The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the high windows of the manor into a smear of mud and dying leaves, and as I sat in the chair by the hearth, listening to the tick of the clock and the wet hiss of the fire, I could feel the weight of the institution pressing against the back of my skull, a heavy, cold stone that the heat of the...

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