The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The coat was gray. Not a fashionable gray, but the dull, washed-out hue of river stones or old smoke. It had belonged to Elias. Now it belonged to Arthur. Arthur sat at his desk in the basement office of the Halloway Textile Mill, the fabric of the coat rough against his shoulders. It was too big for him. The sleeves hung like limp arms, covering his hands entirely. He did not care. He needed...

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