The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell had stopped ringing. That was the first thing Thomas noticed when he woke. Not the absence of sound, but the silence where the toll had always been. He sat up in the narrow bed. The air was cold and tasted of iron and old stone. He was in the cell again. Or what passed for a cell. The walls were rough-hewn granite, slick with damp. There was a single grate in the floor, rusted and...

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