Somewhere about the Middle Ages--somewhere in a mediaeval town--there lived a man who walked always on the shady side of the way. None of his neighbors could have assigned a reason he should only tread where the lapse of time leaves no trace on the dial, yet so it was. None had ever seen him in sunshine.
James Platt // “The Devil’s Debt”
Originally published in Tales of the Supernatural [1894] Reprinted in 100 Fiendish Little Frightmares [1997]
2016 daily short story personal reading challenge. 22 of 366.










