The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The blade sang. It cut the air with a sound like tearing silk. Caelen spun. His legs burned. The stone floor was slick with sweat and blood. He did not look back. He never looked back. "Come on," a voice whispered. It was not a ghost. It was not the wind. It was a man. The man wore a coat of black wool. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of old paper and ink. He held a quill. The tip was red....

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