The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The cellar door did not open with the smoothness of a hinge well-oiled, but with a groan of old wood scraping against stone, a sound that seemed to drag the dampness of the earth up into the stagnant air of the keep. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the threshold, his hand resting on the iron handle, feeling the cold seep through the leather of his glove. He was a man who had spent his life in the...

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