The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The name hung in the air, suspended by the smoke of the coal lamps and the heavy, greasy smell of the roasted mutton that lined the banquet tables in the town hall. "Vane," the clerk said, his voice thin and dry as the paper he was shuffling. He did not look up. "You are early for the wake, and late for your debts." Elias Vane stood by the door, the cold of the November night still clinging to...

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