The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Thorne. The name was called not by a voice, but by the weight of the silence that pressed against the cellar door, a heavy, damp pressure that smelled of wet stone and old iron. I was thirty-four years old, an apothecary’s apprentice in the service of Silas Vane, a man who had not spoken a full sentence in three years, and I was confined to the lowest level of the manor in the Scottish...

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