The Pale Path
You are not what you were when you first crossed the threshold of the White Palace, a structure that exists in a fold of time where the centuries bleed into one another like watercolors on wet paper, and you stand now in the Great Hall of the Court, the air thick with the scent of stale lavender and old dust, feeling the weight of your own peculiar existence pressing down upon your shoulders...
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