The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The shard was cold, heavier than it looked, a sliver of white porcelain with a hairline fracture running through the iris. Elias held it up to the gaslight, turning it until the glaze caught the flame, and for a second the woman in the frame looked back at him with eyes that were not painted but alive, wet and watching. He was twelve, an apprentice to Mr. Thorne, and his hands shook with a...

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