The Pale Path
The letter arrived on a Tuesday. The paper was thin. The ink was black. It was addressed to Elias Thorne. He lived in the house at the end of Sycamore Lane. The house was old. The paint was peeling. The garden was overgrown. Elias opened the door. The wind smelled of rain. He took the envelope. He felt a cold hand on his neck. It was a familiar touch. He looked at the seal. It was broken. The...
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