The Pale Path
The bell rang. It was a sharp, iron sound. It cut the air. Elara stood in the mud. She held the stone. It was cold. It was heavy. The crowd watched. They wore grey. Their faces were blank. They stood behind the ropes. The ropes were thick. They were wet. Elara looked at the stone. It was a river rock. It was smooth. It was black. She held it in her left hand. Her right hand was free. Her right...
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