The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream began with the weight of a leaden sky. It hung low over the spires of St. Jude’s, pressing down until the stones groaned. Elias Wren woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He lay in the narrow bed, the straw ticking softly against the wooden slats. The candle had burned to a stub. A cold draft slipped under the door, carrying the smell of wet earth and old incense. He was a man of...

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