The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The chisel bit into the oak, shaving off a curl of pale wood that fell onto Elias’s knee. He did not look up. The shop smelled of linseed oil and the damp, metallic scent of the coming frost, a cold that had already crept into the bones of the old city of Oria. Outside, the bells of the cathedral tolled the hour, a low, mournful thrum that vibrated in the floorboards and settled in Elias’s...

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