The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You have three days. Three days before the winter sets in and the frost takes the pipes, and then the house will die with us. Arthur Vane stood in the workshop, his hands wrapped around the neck of the porcelain hourglass. The clay was cold, slick with a sweat that was not water. It smelled of iron and old oil. Behind him, the house groaned. It was a low, metallic sound, like a ship’s hull...

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