The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mud in the square of Oakhaven was not merely wet; it was a thick, sucking slurry that clung to Elias Thorne’s boots as he stood over the body of Alderman Silas Vane, the blood from his own shattered left hand mixing with the elder’s on the cobblestones. Elias had not meant to strike, not truly, but the words *coward* and *useless son of a whore* had cut through the fog of his exhaustion,...

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