The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, stripping the last warmth from the stone courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude. Elias stood with his back to the wall, his hands raw and red, scrubbing the mud from the hem of the Abbot’s ceremonial cloak. The wool was heavy, soaked through, and the stain near the knee was dark, a bruise in the fabric that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. He had...

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