The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Elias. The name was not a call but a slap, delivered by the wind itself as it tore through the broken rose window of the chapel. Elias stood in the nave, his back to the altar, watching the dust motes swirl in the thinning light. He was forty-two, a master stonemason, and he had inherited this ruin from his father, a man who had built with his hands and hidden with his silence. The winter rains...

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