The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog in the city of Acre was thick enough to taste, a grey slurry that clung to the cobblestones and the wool of Thomas Bradshaw’s cloak. He walked with a bone-white staff in his hand, the wood worn smooth by twenty years of grip, a mirror of his own eroding authority. His son, Julian, lay dying in the house above the inquisition office, the black spots of the plague spreading across his...

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