The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink was already wet. Elara stood before the high table in the Hall of Whispers, her small hands trembling against the cold slate surface. The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of old paper and ozone, a dry, electric smell that prickled the hair on her arms. Around her, the shadows of the courtiers stretched long and thin, their faces obscured by the flickering light of the torches...

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