The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate of the Whitmore estate stood open, not with a creak but with a heavy, silent surrender that seemed to exhale the damp chill of the Scottish moors directly into the marrow of my bones, and as I stepped over the threshold, I felt the distinct, physical weight of the boundary dissolving beneath my feet, a line drawn in chalk that the wind had already begun to erase, yet which I was...

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