The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick, dark mirrors. I sat in the archive, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of decaying paper, my fingers wrapped around the velvet box that held Elara’s cameo. She had died in the spring, leaving behind a house full of dust and a legacy that was...

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