The Pale Path
The letter lay on the oak desk, its ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron and rain, a formal notice from the Warden’s office that Elias Thorne’s license to chart the lower districts was revoked effective immediately, citing "unauthorized engagement with spectral topography." Elias read the three lines twice, his fingers trembling not from fear but from the sudden, cold realization that his...
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