The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gates of the city did not merely open; they sighed, a long, rusted exhalation that tasted of ancient rain and the metallic tang of blood, as I stood before the threshold with my hands trembling not from cold, but from the profound, aching certainty that the creature I had spent three years hunting was not a beast of shadow, but a mirror of my own fractured soul. I am a seeker of the...

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