The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the gravel paths of the estate into rivers of mud and silence. It was the kind of weather that made the old stone walls of the Whitmore House feel less like architecture and more like a cage, the mortar crumbling under the weight of centuries of neglect and the damp. Eleanor Whitmore stood by the window in the...

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