The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You wake in the dark. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and old dust. You are lying on the floor of the attic. Your knees are bruised. Your hands are raw. You do not know how long you have been there. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You are twelve years old. You are Elias Thorne. The house is still. The wind moves the curtains. They are white. They look like...

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