The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The blood was hot, a shocking contrast to the cold iron of my gauntlet, and it smeared across the visor of my helmet in a jagged, red constellation that blurred the world into a singular, bleeding point. I was fighting, or I had been fighting, and the rhythm of the clash had established a terrible, heavy cadence in my bones, a drumbeat that seemed to originate not from the arena floor but from...

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