The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent and gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones of the courtyard and the ivy-choked walls of the Institute. It was a sound like static, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of anyone who walked those damp corridors, a sound that had become the very texture of Arthur Penhaligon’s existence. He stood before the...

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