The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a gray curtain woven from the mist of the old moors, blurring the boundary between the stone walls of the library and the wild, breathing dark outside. Julian Vane sat alone in the deepest alcove of the tower, his fingers stained with the iron-gall ink of a century past. He was a man of few words and many doubts, a scholar who had traded the warmth...

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