The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The train arrived in Ashford before the fog had lifted from the valley floor. I stepped onto the platform, my coat heavy with damp, and looked up at the station clock. The hands were still. They had always been still in this town, I knew, but that morning the stagnation felt less like a mechanical failure and more like a moral one. I was here to investigate the disappearance of Thomas Whitmore,...

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