The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the ancient stone walls of the Priory, dampening the very breath of those who dared to linger within its shadows. You stand alone in the scriptorium, the only candle guttering in the draft that seeps through the fractured windowpane, its light casting your elongated shadow against the peeling frescoes...

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