The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The parchment lay on the oak table, its surface rough and dry as old skin, waiting for the final stroke of the nib. Elias Thorne held the quill steady, his hand trembling only slightly, a vibration that had become his second nature over the last three years. He was thirty-five years old, a scribe of the Royal Chancery, and he had served for twelve years in a state of indenture that bound his...

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