The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

"The moth is dead, Elias." I looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet, a black pool in the center of the page. Outside, the wind howled against the stone of the Keep. It was a cold that bit through wool and bone. "Dead?" I asked. My voice sounded thin in the great hall. "Crushed beneath the weight of the law," said Master Silas. He stood by the hearth, his back to me. He was a tall man,...

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