The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The chisel is cold in your hand, the iron biting into the frost. You hold it up to the grey light of the cellar window, checking the edge. It is sharp enough to cut a hair, which is all you need to mark the stone. You are thirty years old, and you have spent the last decade with your hands in the dirt and the mortar of Blackwood Manor. You want the pension. You want the proof that the...

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