The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Elara. The name was not a summon but a warning, spoken by Brother Thomas in the low, gravelly register he reserved for structural failures. It hung in the air of the scriptorium, heavy with the scent of ozone and damp wool, a sound that cut through the rhythmic scratching of quills. Elara looked up from her ledger. Her hands, stained with iron-gall ink, trembled. Not from the cold, which was...

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