The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude groaned open, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, admitting the last of the autumn wind into the cloistered silence of the refectory. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold, his armor, once a polished testament to the King’s favor, now a dull, pitted shell of rust and old blood, clinking softly with every micro-movement of his body as he stepped...

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