The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The furnace in the cellar of the old ironworks did not roar so much as it groaned, a low, tectonic complaint that vibrated through the soot-blackened bricks and into the marrow of my bones, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very earth beneath the town of Harrowgate, a place where the air was always thick with the scent of rust and ozone, and where the light that filtered through the high,...

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