The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wall was white. It had been grey. Then brown. Now it was white. I touched it. The paint was cold. It smelled of turpentine. And fear. I am Captain Elias Thorne. I am here. I am not well. The building breathes. That is the first thing. It breathes. The bricks expand. The mortar cracks. A sound like a cough. Deep in the foundation. I hear it. You do not. Or you ignore it. I am the only one...

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