The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You are standing at the edge of the white cliff, where the stone ends and the void begins. The wind here does not blow; it screams, a high, thin note that vibrates in the marrow of your bones. You are the Warden. You have held this post for a hundred years, or perhaps a thousand. Time has lost its meaning in the Citadel of Silence, a fortress of grey marble that sits upon the precipice of the...

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