The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron gate shudders against the stone. You are inside. The walls of the vault are not stone, but skin, pale and stretched tight over the ribs of the earth. You know this because you can feel the pulse of it, a slow, tectonic throb that matches your own terrified heart. You did not come here for treasure. You came here for the mark. The scar on your left palm, a jagged line of whiteness that...

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