The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The house was a cathedral of dust and silence. It stood on the edge of the moor, a sprawling Victorian relic of grey stone and shattered glass, where the wind did not blow but pressed against the walls like a living thing seeking entry. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and dried lavender. Sergeant Elias Thorne moved through the foyer with the heavy, deliberate steps of a...

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