The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had stopped, but the air in the alley still held the weight of it. A cold, wet silence. I stood before the door. It was painted a color that had once been white, now the shade of old bone, flaking in thin, peeling strips. This was the place. The end of my investigation. Or so I had told myself for three years. I was a man who found things. Not lost keys or missing cats, but absences....

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