The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall. It hovered. You stood at the threshold of the old manor, the wet cold seeping through the seams of your coat. The air tasted of ozone and wet iron. It was a Tuesday. Or perhaps a Thursday. Time had lost its rigid architecture here, dissolving into a gray slurry. You had come to investigate. That was the job. You were a specialist in anomalies, a detective for the things...

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