The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hourglass on the altar had been turned three times since vespers, each rotation a small, dry hiss of sand that seemed to weigh more than the stone it was carved from. Elias counted the grains in his mind, a frantic arithmetic meant to anchor him against the tremor that had taken residence in his left hand, a shaking so violent it blurred the edges of the binding circle he had chalked with...

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