The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall. It hung. Elias held the chisel. His hands shook. Not from cold. The air was thick. Heavy. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. He stood in the workshop. The door was barred. The windows were small. They looked out onto the gray street. He worked. The stone was hard. White. It wept dust. He cut a line. Then another. The sound was sharp. *Tick. Tick. Tick.* It echoed in his...

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