The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The house held its breath, a vast, stagnant lung filled with the dust of decades and the heavy, metallic scent of old iron, while Eleanor sat in the center of the drawing room, her back straight as a ruler against the velvet upholstery, her hands resting on her knees with a stillness that was not peace but the rigid suspension of a held note. She was waiting for the sound of the shattering, the...

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