The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The clock in the hallway ticked. It was a heavy sound. A wooden tooth grinding against bone. I sat at my desk. The wood was scratched. I traced the lines with a finger. They were deep. They were old. My name is Arthur Vane. I work in the Department of Records. We are at the end of the line. The steam pipes groaned behind the plaster. They sang a low, mournful song. It was the song of things...

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