The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink had dried on the letter, but it had never been sent, and now it lay on the oak table like a dead leaf, brittle and brown, waiting for a wind that would not come. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the high-backed chair, his hands folded over the parchment, feeling the weight of the words as if they were physical stones pressing against his palms. Outside the window, the rain lashed against the...

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