The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream arrived not as a vision but as a scent, the cloying, heavy sweetness of rotting apples mixed with the iron tang of old blood, settling into the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a stone he could not swallow, forcing him awake in the grey, damp pre-dawn hours of the monastery’s guest quarters where the air was so thick with the smell of damp wool and candle smoke that breathing felt...

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