The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The house is breathing. You feel it in the floorboards. A slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction, like the chest of a sleeping giant. It is night. The rain has stopped, but the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and old paper. You are sitting in the library. Your brother, Elias, stands by the window. He is holding a glass of water. He does not drink. He just holds it. The ice has...

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