The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell of the Watchtower had not rung in three days. It hung in the belfry, a great tongue of iron, silent and dust-heavy, like a corpse in a shroud. I climbed the spiral stairs, my boots ringing against the worn stone. The air was thin here, tasting of rust and old prayers. Below, the city of Ashworth sprawled in the grey morning mist, a labyrinth of slate roofs and narrow alleys that...

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