The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The pale sap was already seeping from the skirting board when you dropped the mop, the liquid thick and viscous, smelling of rotting lilies and old rain, a smell that clung to the back of your throat like a bad penny. You looked up at the nursery wall, where the stain was spreading in a slow, deliberate crawl, mirroring the lie Arthur Halloway had just told you about his late wife’s cause of...

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