The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring at six o’clock, nor at seven, nor when the fog rolled thick and grey off the black water of the harbor, settling into the crooked streets of Oakhaven like a shroud that had been unwashed for a century. It rang at eight, a single, mournful toll that seemed to vibrate not in the air but in the marrow of the townspeople, a sound that carried the...

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