The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mirror cracked before I broke. I stood in the antechamber of the High Court, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old stone. In my hands, I held the glass. It was a pane of polished obsidian, thin as a whisper, heavy with the weight of centuries. I was a craftsman. I ground the stone. I shaped the light. I did not judge the reflections. The door opened. King Aldous entered. He was...

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