The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost crept across the oak floorboards of the scriptorium, a pale, jagged vein that seemed to pulse with a cold vitality as you bent over the Great Ledger, your quill scratching against the vellum with a rhythm that matched the slowing of your own heart. You are Elias, a scribe of forty years, and the winter solstice is three days away, a deadline that hangs over you not as a date but as a...

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