The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the manicured lawns of Blackwood Manor into a slick, brown mirror that reflected the grey, swollen sky with a terrible fidelity. It was a sound that entered the bones, a low, persistent moan that seemed to emanate from the very stones of the estate, a place where the air tasted of wet slate and old, trapped breath. In the center of this damp...

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