The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the cellar of the Whitmore house smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias sat on the bare floor, his back against the cold stone, watching the water drip from a cracked pipe onto the concrete below. *Drip. Drip. Drip.* It was a rhythm that had entered his bones, a metronome for a time that refused to move forward. He was the caretaker, the silent...

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