The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate at the rear of the estate groans against the gravel, a sound like a bone cracking in the dark, and you stand in the courtyard holding the brass key that no longer fits the lock of your own life. The air is thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp stone, a mixture that has seeped into the very fibers of your wool coat, into the pores of your skin, marking you as a creature of...

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