The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wound in the left shoulder bled with a rhythm that seemed to outpace the beating of the heart, a deep, arterial crimson that stained the rough wool of the tunic and seeped through the fingers of the hand that tried to press it shut, while the air in the stone chamber grew thick with the scent of iron and old dust, and the silence that followed the clash of swords was heavier than the noise...

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