The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying man clearing his throat. "Is the boy ready?" The voice came from the shadows of the portico. It was dry. It was old. It smelled of coal dust and old paper. Elias stood on the wet cobblestones. He was twelve. His hands were white. He clenched them until the knuckles cracked. "Yes, Sir." "Good. Do not run. Do not look back. The King’s breath is...

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