The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron of the blade bit into the wet, rotting floorboards of the cellar, a cold, metallic scream that echoed through the hollows of the house, and I stood there, suspended in the amber glow of a single, trembling gas lamp, watching the light dance on the polished surface of my wife’s mirror, that vast, silver eye that watched me with a patience that was indistinguishable from judgment. We...

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