The Pale Path
The bell tower stood in the center of the square. It was not a tower of stone. It was a cage. I stood before it. The iron bars were cold. They bit into my gloves. I had come to find the source of the silence. The town was quiet. Too quiet. The air tasted of dust and old fear. My name is Elias. I am a seeker of truths. Or so I thought. I believed I was the hunter. I was the prey. The structure...
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