The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The candle in the alabaster sconce burned low. Its flame trembled against the draft that whistled through the stone walls of the scriptorium. Brother Anselm sat alone at his oak desk. The smell of wax and old vellum filled the air. He held a quill. It was a small thing. A feather from a raven. But in his hands, it felt heavy. It felt like a bone. The abbey slept. Outside, the moon hung low over...

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