The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old blood. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was cold. She wore silk. It cost more than a farm in winter. She looked at her daughter. Lily sat in the high chair. She was three years old. She had Margaret’s eyes. She had Margaret’s silence. Lily held a spoon. She did not eat. She watched the fire. The fire ate the wood. The wood was gone. “Look at...

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