The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

In the center of the oak desk, a rusted key lay beside a stack of unsorted correspondence, its iron surface pitted by time and neglect. Elias Thorne held the object between his thumb and forefinger, the metal cold against his skin, a small, sharp anchor in the drifting fog of his recent memories. The room around him was silent, save for the tick of the mantel clock and the distant, hollow groan...

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