The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost had not yet melted from the stone steps of the Guildhall, but the air inside was thick with the smell of wet wool and old parchment. Silas Vane stood before the High Steward, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, crushing weight of a truth he had not yet fully spoken. In his left hand, he clutched a small, velvet pouch. Inside it lay a single shard of quartz, pale as...

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