The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s rang not for the hour, but for the soul. It was a thin, high sound, like a needle piercing the thick wool of the afternoon silence. In the scribes’ hall, where the air smelled of lampblack and wet parchment, the scratching of quills ceased. Every head turned toward the door. They did not see a man. They saw a shape that had been stitched together from the...

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