The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The quill lay heavy in Thomas’s palm, its feather slick with a viscosity that defied the thinning oils of the winter season. He sat in the shadowed alcove of the Papal scriptorium, the air thick with the scent of lampblack and the damp wool of his tunic, while the scratching of his own pen against vellum echoed like the gnawing of rats in the walls. He was twelve years old, an apprentice of the...

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