The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream is always the same, a grey ash drifting from your knuckles, your fingers dissolving into the wind before you can grasp the edge of the bed. You wake in the cold, damp air of the boarding house in Whitby, the year 1912 marking the third year of your employment as a coal inspector, and you look at your left hand. It is pale, not the healthy pallor of winter, but a sickly, brittle white...

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