The Pale Path
The boundary of the estate was not a line drawn on a map, but a physical ache in the air, a membrane of silence that separated the living from the dead, and Thomas had spent three years trying to find the exact spot where he had failed to hold it, standing at the edge of the frost-hardened ground with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his greatcoat, watching the way the mist curled...
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