The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

"Put it down, Elias." The voice came from the shadows of the alley. It was calm. It was low. It was the voice of his brother, Julian. Elias did not move. His hand tightened on the hilt of the blade. The steel was cold against his palm. It was a strange cold. It was the cold of the city. It was the cold of the rain that had not stopped for three days. "I am not putting it down," Elias said. His...

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