The Pale Path
The letter in Thomas’s saddlebag weighed three ounces, but it carried the weight of a debt that could not be paid. He had counted the coins in his pouch that morning, finding only four silver marks, enough for a week’s bread and a night’s lodging, but not enough to buy his wife’s freedom from the Duke’s debtors’ prison. The mist clung to the highlands like wet wool, blurring the path into a...
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