The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The parchment was slick with the damp of my fingers, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and vinegar. I held the bill of sale for the winter grain, a document that should have been routine, but in the Duke’s ledger, it was a noose. My name, Elias Thorne, was scratched out and replaced with a smudge of black, a void where a man used to be. I had packed my satchel an hour ago, stuffing it with...

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