The Pale Path
Chapter One Heide Schwarz’s chisel bit into the silver, the sound a sharp, dry crack that echoed off the damp stone walls of the workshop. He was thirty-two, a master engraver whose hands had learned the language of metal before he learned to speak, and right now those hands were trembling with a fever that had kept him awake for three nights. The dream had come again, his father’s ghost...
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