The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall of the Monastery of Saint Jude was not a place for joy, but for the solemn consumption of silence, a vast, vaulted space where the air hung thick with the scent of beeswax, old stone, and the metallic tang of unspoken oaths. In the center of this cold, echoing expanse sat Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose hands, though stained with the ink of a scribe, trembled with a vitality...

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