The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The axe bit deep into the oak. The wood splintered with a sound like a breaking bone. My hands shook. Not from cold. The air was still. The air was warm. It shook from the effort. From the repetition. Strike. Hold. Strike. I am Thomas. I am the scholar of the house. I am the keeper of the books. But today I am a woodcutter. Today the books are dust. Today the ink is dried. My father stood by...

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