The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The steward’s voice, thick with the dust of the archives, cut through the morning air like a blade across a taut string. Elias, he called, not as a name but as a summons, a hook in the jaw that pulled the glazier back from the threshold of the Bishop’s palace. You are not to enter. The decree is absolute, the steward said, his eyes sliding over the heavy oak door and onto the stained-glass...

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