The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the mud of the estate into a slick, brown mirror. I stood by the window of the study, watching the water streak down the glass, while the smell of wet wool and old paper hung heavy in the air. Outside, the wind howled through the bare branches of the oak trees, a sound that seemed to vibrate in my bones. It was late...

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