The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

We stood at the edge of the pavement where the asphalt gave way to the gravel of the old estate, and my father held the key in his hand like a talisman, his fingers curled tight around the brass teeth until the knuckles whitened against the cold November air. It was not a large key, nor particularly ornate, but it had been polished by decades of thumb and forefinger, worn smooth in the center...

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