The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The quill scraped against the vellum with a sound like a nail dragging across a coffin lid, a dry, rhythmic friction that seemed to pull the cold air in from the cracks in the stone walls, and Elias Vane did not stop writing, his hand trembling not from age but from the terrifying, electric certainty that the ink was wet, that the words were real, that the silence of the scriptorium was not...

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