The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The vial was warm in Elian’s hand, a small glass cylinder filled with a substance that glowed like liquid moonlight. He was twelve, an apprentice to Master Halloway, and he wanted only to be free of the soot and the debt that bound him to the bakery ovens. The city of Oakhaven was dying, the Black Rot creeping up from the sewers in thick, purple veins, but the Duke’s men said the White Mercy...

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