The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air tasted of ozone and old stone. I held the chisel. The wood was oak. Dark. Dense. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. "You are trembling, Elias," said the Master. His voice was low. A rumble in the floorboards. "I am focused," I lied. The lie tasted like copper. He stepped closer. The shadows lengthened. The room was the Hall of Works. It was not a home. It was a temple to craft....

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