The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The letter lay on the mud-slicked desk, its ink smudged by the damp that seeped through the estate’s rotting floorboards. Arthur Vane read it once, his eyes tracing the jagged script of Colonel Halloway, and then he set it down beside the cold cup of tea that had gone skin over the last hour. He was thirty years old, though the war had aged him into a man who looked forty-five, and he stood in...

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