The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wind in the valley did not howl. It whispered. It slid between the stones of the old mill like a tongue trying to taste something it had forgotten. It was a cold, thin sound. A sound that stripped the bark from the trees. Elias lived in the cellar of the mill. He had not been a man for a long time. He was a thing of habit and hunger. His hands were stained the color of wet ash. He spent his...

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