The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The candle guttered, casting long, trembling shadows against the oak paneling. "Is it done, Brother?" The voice was thin. It scraped against the silence like a nail on slate. Thomas did not turn. He remained hunched over the ledger, his quill scratching a rhythmic, dry cadence into the vellum. The scent of ink and old dust hung heavy in the air, a physical weight that pressed against his lungs....

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