The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The cellar smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of rust. It was not a smell that invited lingering, yet Marcus sat there, his back against the cold brick, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the darkness from a high, narrow window. He held the object in his hands, his fingers tracing the worn grooves of the wood. It was a simple thing, a block...

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