The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink was spreading again, a dark bruise blooming across the vellum as my voice vibrated in the throat. I pulled the pen from my hand, the nib scratching a final, jagged line before I dropped it into the inkwell, but the stain on the page did not recede; it pulsed, a slow, wet rhythm that matched the trembling in my left wrist. I am Elias, junior archivist of St. Jude’s, and I have forty-two...

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