The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The glass orb sat on the mahogany desk, cold and heavy in my hands, its surface a perfect, unblemished sphere of obsidian. It did not reflect the room. It did not reflect me. It held only a darkness so deep it seemed to pull the light out of the air, a void that breathed. "You are wasting your time, Silas," said Julian. He stood by the window, his back to me, the city lights of London bleeding...

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