The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The silence in the archive was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a heavy, woolen thing that pressed against the eardrums and settled into the creases of the skin. Elias Thorne sat at the long oak table, his hands resting on a leather-bound ledger that smelled of dust and dried lavender, and he watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that cut through the high, barred...

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