The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. Silas sat on the cold floor. His knees knocked together. A rattle. A constant, dry rattle in his chest. He coughed. The sound echoed in the dark. It was a harsh, ugly noise. It broke the silence. He hated the silence. He liked the noise. The noise meant he was still here. A light appeared at the top of the stairs. It was small. A candle. A single,...

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