The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The quill was wet, the ink black, and Elias’s fingers were stained to the second knuckle. He held the nib above the vellum, a sliver of the *Codex Lumen* waiting in the dim, damp cell of the Abbey of St. Jude. The air smelled of mildew and old beeswax, a scent that had seeped into his skin over thirty-two years of service. He was not a man of great stature, nor of great voice, but he possessed...

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