The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hand moved with a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold, adjusting the copper rim of the crucible until it sat flush against the iron anvil. Elias Thorne watched the metal glow, a dull, angry orange that seemed to pulse in time with the man’s breathing. Josiah, the blacksmith, lay on the bench, his chest heaving under a quilt that smelled of woodsmoke and damp wool. The sound of the...

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