The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall. It hung. A heavy, static mist clung to the branches of the black pines, turning the forest into a gray labyrinth of suspended water. Elias Thorne adjusted the straps of his leather satchel. The leather creaked, a dry sound against the damp air. Inside the bag lay his tools. The calipers. The chisels. The small, precise knives with blades like shards of obsidian. He was a...

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