The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Thorne, you are late. The voice came from the tape recorder, a hiss of static that turned into a man’s breath, dry and close. I sat in the center of the basement, the floorboards groaning under the weight of my chair, and watched the dust motes suspend in the beam of the single bulb. Three days. That was all that remained before the auctioneer arrived to dismantle the Blackwood Estate, to sell...

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