The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The last of the autumn light bled into the stone walls of the cellar, a thin, dying red that did not warm the air but only seemed to highlight the dust motes dancing in the stagnant silence. Elias Thorne sat on a stool that had no back, his hands resting on his knees, and he watched the jar. It was a simple vessel of green glass, thick and heavy, filled to the brim with a liquid that had once...

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