The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a dry bone snapping. Elias wiped the grey dust from his brow, leaving a streak of chalk across his forehead, and looked up. The spire of St. Jude’s Cathedral rose above the city, a needle of white stone piercing the low, bruised clouds of early winter. It was the final section, the capstone that would seal the structure against the coming...

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