The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slick and heavy, a grey paste that coated the cobblestones and the brickwork alike. Elias, twelve years old and thin as a rail, sat on the floor of his father’s repair shop, his fingers caked in wet, river-silt clay. In his lap lay an owl, half-formed, its eyes two hollow pits where he intended to carve the sharp,...

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