The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The chisel bit into the white oak, and Elias Thorne’s hand jerked, sending a splinter flying across the bench to land on the floorboards with a dry, accusatory crack. He did not pick it up. He stared at the joint he had just marred, the grain torn and raw, a wound in the wood that mirrored the tremor in his own fingers. It was Thursday, the twenty-fourth of October, and the cabinet for the town...

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