The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink on the quill was black, but the blood that seeped from Elias’s right hand was a deep, bruised violet. He sat in the damp cellar of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert, the stone walls sweating with the cold of the deep earth, and stared at the Abbot. The man, Brother Thomas, was old, his face a map of wrinkles carved by decades of prayer and silence. He held a ledger, the leather cover cracked,...

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