The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The bell rang at dawn. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the end. Eleanor stood in the courtyard. The stone was cold. It bit through her thin wool skirt. She did not shiver. The air was still. It held its breath. Around her, the other servants stood in pairs. They looked at the ground. They looked at the sky. They did not look at her. She held the silver tray. It was heavy. It was not...

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