The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Thorne. The voice came from the back of the room, low and grinding like a millstone catching on a pebble. I did not turn. I knew the weight of it, the specific gravity of Aldous’s disapproval, which pressed against my shoulders as I hunched over the desk, the quill trembling in a hand that no longer felt entirely mine. The air in the guild hall was thick with the smell of beeswax and old paper,...

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