The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying breath, as Silas pushed through the rusted bars. He was not supposed to be here. The clock in the tower had struck six, and the shift change was in minutes. His hands trembled, not from cold, though the November air bit at his cheeks, but from the weight of the ledger in his pocket. It was a thin book, bound in leather that had once been black but was...

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