The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The quill was already wet when I set it to the parchment, the black ink pooling in the nib like a bruise forming under the skin. I was thirty years old, and for the first time in my life, I could not remember the shape of my own signature. It had slipped away in the night, a small theft that left a hollow space behind where my identity should have been, and I had left the Abbey of St. Jude that...

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