The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream came again, sharp and wet, as the candle in the scriptorium guttered in the draft. Brother Thomas woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, his left hand clenched so tight the knuckles had turned the color of old bone. He uncurled his fingers, expecting to find the familiar split in his palm, the bleeding ink that had haunted his sleep for weeks, but...

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