The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fire did not roar. It whispered. It was a dry, papery sound, like the turning of ancient pages. Elias stood on the roof of the blacksmith’s forge, looking down at the village that had once been his home. The flames licked the thatch. The oak beams groaned. He did not move. He watched the smoke rise. It was a single, unbroken column. Gray. Silent. Eternal. He had come back to burn it. Not...

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