The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass key was cold in Thomas’s palm. It had been cold for three days. He held it up to the windowpane, where the November rain blurred the garden into a gray smear. The key was small, tarnished, and heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with metal. It sat in the center of his desk, beside his slate and his quill. The ink was dry. The slate was clean. Thomas had not written a word in...

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