The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wax was cold. Silas Vane pressed the needle through the translucent wing, the tip catching the frayed edge of the chitin, and pulled. The thread held, but the wing did not. It crumbled into a dust of grey powder that fell onto the stone floor with a silence louder than the wind outside. He sat in the damp cellar, his back against the rough-hewn wall, the old hunting knife resting in his...

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