The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The feast is in full swing. You are there, seated at the long oak table, your hands trembling as you hold the goblet. The wine is dark, thick as blood. It smells of iron and old earth. You do not drink. You look at the ring on your finger. It is a simple band, heavy, cold, forged of a metal that does not rust. It does not tarnish. It does not bend. It is the only thing in this room that feels...

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