The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink had not yet dried when the bell tolled the hour, a sound like a bone snapping in the silence of the scriptorium. I pressed my quill harder against the vellum, the nib scratching a sharp, white line into the skin of the page. The word was *Aeternitas*. Eternity. It was a heavy word, one that required the hand to be steady, the breath to be shallow, and the mind to be a locked room where...

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