The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hall of Blackwood Manor was a cathedral of wax and wine, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and the damp earth that seeped through the stone floor. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood apart from the revelry, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that caught the flickering light of a hundred tallow candles. He was a man carved from the same cold granite as the keep itself, silent and...

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