The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The house held its breath. It was a Victorian monstrosity, all jagged gables and peeling slate, standing on the edge of the moor like a broken tooth in the jaw of the sky. I stood in the center of the parlor, my boots heavy with the mud of the road, and listened to the silence. It was not an empty silence. It was a fullness, a pressure against the eardrums, thick as honey and cold as iron. The...

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