The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You are standing in the hall. The stone is cold. It bites through the soles of your boots. You are a scribe. A minor one. Your name is barely worth the ink. You are Thomas. You are here because the King is dying. And you are here because you must write what comes next. The air smells of wax and old blood. And fear. The King sits on the throne. He is small. He looks like a child in a giant’s...

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