The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The old oak in the center of the village square had been splitting for three days, a jagged white wound in its bark that wept sap like blood, and Silas stood before it with his hands hanging loose at his sides, feeling the vibration of the wood in his own bones. He had watched the storm roll in from the hills, a bruised purple wall of clouds that had swallowed the sun whole, and now, in the...

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